It smells like poison in the crowing morning Its 4am and bleeding orange on blankets I woke myself to save the thought or morning The bee of blacking bark and non electric I'm shivering in spite of middle summer The cabin's wood panels eat the runner They cut at the access to my heated water And brought a summons to my front door I've been away for half a year on k** And now I'm back and everything is spiders I'm in too deep to leave the things that is And there is no one left that needs it more I'll do whatever, light myself on fire I'll choke myself with every kind of wire
I'll fu*kIN dance while I am dying out Slow down. Bees Strangers in a cradle on my front lawn Working on a Monday rarely happens now My hair is losing color but I'm stronger now My cheekbone is wiping up the tile floor I am still a stubborn elk of noisy pastures I create the meat that you are eating after But I do what I can do and not afford So I grab my dirt and try to cling to more Becoming what a tribal humans s'posed-to is Against what every grown man would say this is Light Me on fire in my fu*kING sleep