no more windows, too much time
hints of change in a drink
the juice is bad information
for reasons are gone when
sunshines change and turning
grows into my spelling
Mom teaches me lies about
rules and while i wake
up my angels die from
the worlds upset about sleeping
people yell and run off heavens songs
jumping cars into the explosions
and gods just happy
to hang out and scream back
spraying the cities in christmas threats
people are supposed to work somehow
at home huh?
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