7-20-06
Blurry vision
Fragmented thoughts
Caffienne shakes
Motorized growls
These things molest
My better judgement,
Bashing my head in
With a metal pipe
I’m sick and tired
And bitter and dead
I’m not very old
But I feel like I am
Every day drips together
I’m in constant Deja Vu
Always going crazy
Always bitching
Always full of shit
Always disappointing
Always on the verge
Always waiting for
Everything to change
