Vent-Ill-Station

Vent-ill-Station I like the brain but my mind Isn't real, take it So I wield change in the face And I will make a disgrace of What humans made us Shaped into, its true Take some, its good for you Trace the steps Dwell on life, the past, the present Make well of the future Meditation Pre-devestation Devestated, useless But a body needs a host so give it up Be the reducement Added fusion to the blueness Sitting to cool for the movement Needed to move with conceited Use of an E and a You D and an A, DNA left for two Weeks in shoe Walked on, horsin' around though straight two cents with an eye For an idea, great music Not finding a grate to sit Or an apple or a grape to sip Butane fixed just to fight the fact that you are lighter than A star lighter, man Lost sight of wishin' I would crash bright and bad ~Tyler L Gillespie