playing with this gun loaded and on the run
dout sticks inside my brain and feels all the
pain soaked by the cold hard rain...

deep thoughts fill my head like vikoden in
the pill bottle end is coming soon loose leaf
paper in the sun start to draw this is fun...

only drinking water i will out live my sadistic
father the lord looks at me and smiles in the
brease for we both are necked but i do not
yet know...

i draw a pretty picture mountains trees and
a house coluds and sky and rain washed away
sad memories...

mable, granite, and diamonds only one will last
forever hard, cold, white, cuts all things forever
gold, silver and bronze i look like the fonze...

walking in the shadow i write my name upon the
wall later which will fall crumbled is the world and
i lay on the sun washed shore...

silent is the grave for the man with not a name
wonder do i must if he should feel the pain wistper
in the wind he says there is no pain...

death will surely define us no matter what you do
it sneaks and it creaps and it plauges those who are
weak...

finally i come to say what is ever on my brain to
wonder at the lack of pain hollow do i feel is anything
else left real...