Marble
slipping sideways
cant think straight
blind date confiscated
see through side view
in the trees
the whispering breeze
thoughts slipping away this way
The morning the rooster screams us awake
cant speak my language
new wave gobblede gook
you will never see through
just hope you understand my hate has potential
also my love for you
the psychic wildfire we cannot see
i hate you too
differently than you hate me
set me free
from this blank and white conspiracy
its getting colder
seasons as weapons
its getting colder
a place no one goes
something to piece together
how is it no one knows
Music industry nothing more than disorganized thinking
what i said upstairs was what i said upstairs
here we find ourselves on middle ground
the porcupine and the rooster
the farmer forgot
mood kill
sleeping the wake
the surprise of the oh my goodness
if only i would have woke up
before the rooster crowed
my poor dog marbles has quills in his nose
its getting colder
cant say i know this
forget what you know
we are always the same
to be different this way
exhausted from the intricate ciecles
that cause my headache
and the music industry rediagnosed
disorganised thinking
conspiritual unfit king
song and dance
covered moons
and finances
broken legs
and hopefullls
i put my marble down for the night
look at it another way tomorrow
just another satisfied customer
conning his way to his money back guarantee
never this confused
the muse has schitsophrenia of the disorganised type
marble my spoons
and lets make pancakes
song and dance charade
king unfit of sex and diamonds
my heart on my sleeve
king of pain
and distract you from this rusty cage
break out again
one more day
yesterday came
top hat too heavy
and the joke is on me
or did you see this blessing coming?
unpredictable brigade with no champagne
spooning my sugar
too much coffee
my head aches
my heart is on my sleeve
digging your grave
a contract for the middle man
victomised by your propoganda
victomised by your government
i'll martyr myself
but this porcupine is tired of his puupet
and the rooster needs sleep
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