The whiskey is sick of me
Looking for its empathy
It always says it's within me simply
Supple as it makes me stumble and buckle
The feeling is higher when you add beer bubbles
They make a couple
Polymerized stumble into deep thoughts and the crevice.of your heart
From the start for the art for the sake of the talk puts a stake in your heart like a steak from the slaughter

Then you become a martyr like an author
You go to the water cold and clear like your father
You try to distort but it becomes harder
with the bonded grain in the bottle that you barter
My chest becomes a marriage from my dead red sea
Don't be discouraged from things you can’t see


In the midst of the mist, it's hard to listen to a myth
To see if I exist and blow me up like a fish
Their wish of me is this: starfished in a petri dish
Spilling all my risk so then I'm beaten like a Whisk-
Key disposes me of the sorcery
Yet opens up new chemicals and sores for me
Heaven’s petals is not where I wanna metal
so I brew the nettle to let the kidneys settle
I wrestle and beckon what's reckoned every second
Cuz I know the lesson about being second
Be wind to the leaves or Aristophanes’ Sophocles
The former didn't care for his philosophy

I can be Pompeii display disarray or bridge my water with the ash and decay
How can I zone out when my zone’s out way belong lectures and alpha wave detectors
I've been in my sector’s fate because its section 8 in the racial zone
So I zone under drones and loans merged all alone
with a bugged phone from the anglophone on the throne
I roam under secret guys who control the sacred skies
you roam under a sacred guise that controls the sky
Black passers-by blend in the night’s hate
Leading to fate in our insurance rates
Our blood pressure rate and our crime rate and our abuse rate
And then our death rate
Then I reawake to see what’s in my soul
I can ask the natty dread or the natty boh--with a Red Stripe
The flag with the red stripes
I try to be plagued in hypnosis to expose this hostess
Which lags my Enosis.