emptymouthpiece

Broken Neck

Might have seemed militant,
its not what was said.
The actions unreal,
its all in how we feel.
I can't hurt you,
not till you let me in.
So let me in.
Let me the FUCK in!

They only seem dangerous,
its not what they rend.
Its only what we are,
after all, I'm no paranoia friend,
not till I rip into your head.
One last Gasp,
as we all grasp...

THIS MACHINE PYTHAGORAS!

The endless waiting,
broken hearted, left to fester.
Cars going to fast, baby...
hands fastened,
the wheel wont move,
as I go broken necked into the future.
Never able to reverse,
look behind,
flip this bitch!
And count back from NINE!