domingo, 3 de março de 2013

Cracked and lonely

  Is it crack or lonliness?

They left enough of the drug there in the bag for me
I almost fell headfirst

The blinking brain gave me incentives
Those salty pieces that I would have to burn
Suddenly I became a vibrating pidgeon
Nothing in the brain but the search for a place to rest

I guess you thought it important
Angels on sticks
As I curved down from the old rock wall
In pieces the carnaval melody didn´t move me.

Your narcotics are stronger
And i´ve seen boys snought glue
And i´ve seen boys huff petrol
Girls sniff lines!
But you put me on speed dial with crack

The pidgeon invited paranoia and other unwelcome guests
I tried to escape and got myself even closer toward the center of hell

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