guselaajna

What a skeletal wreck of man this is

Translucent flesh and feeble bones

The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones

Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear

And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundrymat to sift and focus

On the bigger...better...now...

We all have a little sin that needs venting

Virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office

Do you know what your post entails?

Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?

Wind down inside adivistic galore

The value of a summer spent and a winter earned

For the rest of us there is always sunday

The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths

So we can wade naked into the bloody pool

And place our hand on the big black book

To watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers

A vacation is a countdown

T-minus your life and counting

Time to drag your tongue across the sugarcube and hope you get a taste

Say, youre me and Im you and they all watch the things we do

And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs

Havent felt like this in years

The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse

Let me go and plundge me into the dead spot again

Thats where you go when theres no one else around

Its just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?

Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger

Government is another way to say...better...than...you...

Its like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick

Its like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luck

Fascism you can vote for...isnt that sweet

And were all gonna die some day, cause thats the western way

And Ive drunk to much and said to little

When your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and see whats happening

Remember..

Youre a wreck

An accident, forget the freak youre just nature

Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme

Let the heads cool and the engine run

Because in then end everything we do...

Is just everything weve done.

/ Viktor Månsson