[Redpyramidhead]

a candy store the world is not
life domination
a headless nation
i drill holes in my neck til it spits out its venom
and i rot
still expectin things to come to you from the government federal tax breaks sellin mass hate hoverin southern comfort drinkin bad times something medical

deadly rituals
nothing habitual
medleys poor out in directions visceral
nothing spiritual
everiscerated n hated
found the body in the dumpster it was mutilated
and deconstructed so bad it looked uncreated

i can understand that one would be forced to have a simpler mind
blessed be the ones who can overcome that
in another type of environment than im used to
where they wouldnt be able to get away and unwind
as a recluse too
having to learn the way of survival
and that takin precident over everythin else
never bein able to go unstable
to have to keep your calm n smile
in bastards faces
bare your braces
with that dull grin of yours make it as fake as you can
how could i ever blame you if you ever had to ever how could you all up and just kill a man
n whenever that shits up
how would you ever strut up
to the next moment
and see a religious sect foamin
at the mouth
its all gone south
from here its goin down now you dont have time think
like i do up here in my room in the darkness
your darkness is different and it lacks the smartness
to aid you with and it grips you brother i feel for you
dont give up i hope you pull thru
but i hope your sister doesn't
die along the way n i hope it wasn't
fried during the last stay
and i hope she got to cry without the hurting from another today

_RED_ stuff