WHITEVAN
facing this prospect i settle for today's over-introspection
i feast upon decay
around me is misfortune my avenue of spades
digging all the so-called diggers digging his own grave
meet me, mr. indecision
watch his machine cave in upon itself then wash wash dinner time then the rinse away
the scenes are best from over there out beyond the shade
my diggers in their dirty coats
the attitude of spades
passing the inspection, no, now this is everyday
special forces special boots to stomp or comes to play
fancy men so over-suited for the final days
keep the prints in timely tense
wring out the bearing child at bay
christen me disaster
at least that's what i say
into which the thing determines which rate he decays
keeping loads of sunshine i love with the job i play
digging out this whole shitty world digging it today
white world
need indication my vindication
to know nothing exists opens all to "what" & "if"
portions of my emptiness sitting by the open door
looking up to take it out settle in to catch the show
read situation dead indication
feels like a clock i ate ticking in this toxic state
ready for an occupant
suck it up to sniff the paint
sniffing up the weakest link rising from the righteous stink
see simulation speak to take a piece of me
held by 2 walls of life
hope and shame we're burning bright
in the palm to brace the rope
firmly placed around my throat
inching worm upstanding comes and slipping through my finger burns
in such seclusion my own intrusion
upon my waking state each of us must face their fates
crawling wicked crawl some more
broken body crayon floor
pulling through to face the flaw pushing back you push some more
WHITEVAN facing this prospect i settle for today's over-introspection i feast upon decay around me is misfortune my avenue of spades digging all the so-called diggers digging his own grave meet me, mr. indecision watch his machine cave in upon itself then wash wash dinner time then the rinse away
the scenes are best from over there out beyond the shade my diggers in their dirty coats the attitude of spades
passing the inspection, no, now this is everyday special forces special boots to stomp or comes to play fancy men so over-suited for the final days keep the prints in timely tense wring out the bearing child at bay
christen me disaster at least that's what i say into which the thing determines which rate he decays keeping loads of sunshine i love with the job i play digging out this whole shitty world digging it today
white world
need indication my vindication to know nothing exists opens all to "what" & "if" portions of my emptiness sitting by the open door looking up to take it out settle in to catch the show
read situation dead indication feels like a clock i ate ticking in this toxic state ready for an occupant suck it up to sniff the paint sniffing up the weakest link rising from the righteous stink
see simulation speak to take a piece of me held by 2 walls of life hope and shame we're burning bright in the palm to brace the rope firmly placed around my throat inching worm upstanding comes and slipping through my finger burns
in such seclusion my own intrusion upon my waking state each of us must face their fates crawling wicked crawl some more broken body crayon floor pulling through to face the flaw pushing back you push some more
Oh, yeah. and it's "what did you find?" "a white van" What else did you find?" "i'm not color-blind."
Oh, yeah. and it's "what did you find?" "a white van" What else did you find?" "i'm not color-blind."