"I will soon start to read poetry Uh... might as well start about now" If my lungs can withstand these filth icicles The angels dust across the land of false prophets Maybe I clutch my poetry tighter Just to feel like these walls are still listening to drama Don't bother the carpenter, there soon he plays harbinger He couldn't shake the moccasin a moniker They only know him from watching upon their monitor Maybe they'll cop a feel of a feeling from brain opera Life is an homage to d**h These cousins never kissed, nor laid in the bed to rest I sketch breath with sharp and broken pencils The message is permanent, it's been etched into the mental "What do you think about the stars in the sky?" I'll be seeing them soon sponsored links "...in the, in the sky?" "It's okay, I guess" My skin is drenched in shadows But it's high noon and I'm on the back of a camel Thirst is just an essence the devil is whispering As I slip into a room with a fountain, running rivers of gin See what you can have if you just loosen your grip The noose is just a rope and the pupil is just a drip Seeking light in the darkness The dog in me is barking I procure drops of dark matter It's pure oceanic space inside my eyelids The planets are in my iris Bronze light, beams gold, king Midas They duck diving, eat riches like pretty wives You never felt alive if you've never died My bones never ache and my song never cries I fall weightless in the wake of greatness Life is an homage to d**h These cousins never kissed, nor laid in the bed to rest I sketch breath with sharp and broken pencils The message is permanent, it's been etched into the mental "What do you think about the stars in the sky?" I'll be seeing you soon "...in the, in the sky?" "It's okay, I guess"