it isint as strong as your grip,
the boredom in your voice is growing old.
suddenly i am the man to be, yesterday i was obscene,
the friction between souls is the coming of true time,
are you listening to your higher breathing?
can you make light of the hypocrisy in my words?
you cradle weak flesh make the best of his future,
you see hope poking threw a pile of shit.
can promise me a few things, give the best of seed,
put a blind fold on, cant hide his tears.
for the lion is out of the cage, and i am his prized steer.
juggle your paradise quickly, do it all so selfishly.
gave me the sweetest of unripe fruit,
a worms meal, what a way to reside.