Flames of Madness Fire - Part Ii

Part II my body's broke and beaten now for certain; too many years of junk have dried my bones. I think I see the final call and curtain - the God who owns is callin' in His loans. it was my hope someday I would connect and mesh my flesh with angels of desire but I deny their lie so they reject those touched too much by flames of madness fire. the story of God's glory gone insane; a genius so sublime in youthful prime before devoted days with rock cocaine did steal away the tick and tock of time. certified a crazy kind of critter by tested mess I do believe correct but bitter is the life filled full with litter where choice is purged by choices I neglect. but now I'm runnin' full capacity and hopin' I'm not headin' for a fall while showin' off my great alacrity before the reaper makes her final call. I hope to find a cheap discreet hotel where I will kick addictions very quick while risin' up and out of my own hell affixed to my afflictions like a tick. I think I'll join a mighty minstrel show while stretching high to greet the nearest star; I'll find some truth I don't already know and see if I have time to raise the bar. my future vision of reality, infused with figment fire but never there - a future framed without validity as if no soul has ever been aware. I slip and slide while runnin' in a rut still hopin' I won't land upon my back. I'm just a jester with a stuttered strut who lives to fill his life with what it lacks. I guess it's time to slip away and leave - been here and there so now I guess I'll go and find some new creative ways to weave some changes to my brain's eternal flow. one way I know to beat the blues today is groovin' down to my old boogie beat but I'm not breakin' any news your way 'cause we know why and where like minded meet.