and everything has become Full circle Or that s how it feels that s how things become turn 3-60 on ya All the shit flies and points of views change maybe it s a 1-80 and i m seeing things like they were 720 gettin dizzy in the fumes the fumes of my own methane musk gafaw time to think about what s up and what shit is going down This whole modem voyage has take me farther into myself than i could have gotten in the normal perceptions of who i was Again this trip was just through different eyes Anything is possible anywhere anytime this is my time this is the place i ll limit myself once again and it s always the time to Arise always the time to overcome what s pullin me down we ll limit the time we ve got for the same situation in someone else s face When we got to overcome let the shit fly at someone else spreading the shit and my ego is the only bondage linked to the wall Lifted by the methane fumes it once felt the same now it feels like i can just go without everything feels different more like a time when things just don t carry the same substance The fuel in things have begun to change It s all become almost unnecessary The fuel that was there is now just the plain old cheese off the top Maybe i m just fooling myself feeling nothing potential is my asset +++++++++ another time another day ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ _defiance and the paradigm _ slap the shit on me dignified pity it aint there It exists not the tape and the face ticking to their own pace beat beat beat the same clock and the gears race this dignified city its own misinterpretation it can t get a figure right it s behind in real time Its own eyes are slammed shut It s been listening to a dead man s song Damn their eyes the dead man isn t even there anymore he was damn sick of their ears Their eyes are dead they just like to listen to the same sorry-ass bullshit that they consider the Truth of all truths hearsay did they hear you say no They just paid their way Paid paid themselves in tasting another s pain They seem to linger on past thoughtS All the time they think that whims are Reality and that Thoughts are always reputable and upTo fk n Date They got their fk n clocks all jammed in shadows and are playin with the hands cause they can only find their entertainment in the fk n AKA names of the so-called Shamed They d like a taste of the personal truth They haven t and will never see that this is a perpetual clock It ain t just my clock We are of the same blood the same ilk It ain t just my blood but they like the color Could be yours the blood is stale dried it won t be there much longer the stain will be there for a long time but new coats of blood will be painted They like the colour their shit ain t uptodate what s up is their words round and round Their shit it s not even on time 5 days behind schedule But that s how things work Words take time to travel And it s all just fluid thought what was Then will always be Now for =them= it makes more sense to them their labels their decent towards a phallic decency Their standards are immutable and immaculate they can t be wrong They re gods in their own right condemning those underneathe for things Undone things Un(fk n)said Amen they re (always) right I m wrong But no one asks questions and when you shove yer mouth to talk only shit it ain t ask in a question talkin shit is just to promote the same fucking feeling that alone sick inside cause of their bullshit pride feeling More than one feels this what comes around goes apeshit down the fk in road it s all inside tapp it out and let it flow they can talk their shit it means only some time to lose some pride to lose Lose some dignity Cause their fucking shit is more important It s the paradigm To live in the midst of their shit being the only important FacT the island the rock and all their secrets the asshole with the strong arm just one fix yeah this is quite a slam this was a day in the rain when the sun chose to show it s when nothing makes sense and it all adds up to one thing their bullshit ------------------------------------------- above before school had ended glad i haven t jumped on the drug-crutch ----------------------------- Eeyore pulse