I guess I caught you on the comedown
Chewing on styrofaom
In the dark
In the back seat of mr. matrioshka’s motor car.
Could it have gone any other way?
Or were we born to walk the earth and say,
“You want it, we got it.”
Whose fever dream am I living?
We woke up in the same house
We robbed peter for paul
I should not have to say that aloud.
Let me tell you how it feels to be a black cloud
Swirling.
How can I ask for more if there’s nowhere else to go?
You wanted to be a creature of habit.
Every glass table top in town has seen it.
It goes by 1000 different names.
“With hooves and horns for now I’m bored, I am the lonely king.
And at the sound of my voice
Hell
Opens
Up.”
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