Moon sugar

Resident on cloud nine

With a anchor tied to my ankle

Pulling me back behind enemy line

Watched the constellations orgy

Woke up to the sunset

And got molested by reality

Everything I encounter takes breath away.

Cheating on my lungs with devious truth

Why breath when a body is built to decay

Made me fall in love every night,

Dumbt every morning for six billion strangers

Every day routine is a bummer of daylight

Struggling to find myself significant

When I kiss you my lips feels like bacon

Who’s the pig that makes me feel like a sloppy second

Free will is something within awareness

Here I build my woman

In a fashion that's less ferocious

Some openly kiss asses

Among remains of the new world

And some give oralsex fore the same matters

Why sink low to be formal

When intercourse true form

Is a passion of the nocturnal

At the break of dawn I break dawn face

The woman which I don’t wake up beside

Is the same one as it ever was, to erase

My sweet addiction, my moon sugar

Count your sheep or count your days

The highlight of the day it’s when it’s over

Written 2005/Cancerface

Raised fist pt:3

diverse proximity, yet distance is much more closer
let my candle

finally kindle,

eluminate all

for the better

dont need your oxygen to fill my lungs with your cumbustion
imminent adversity

to kill all competition

Push that transformer default off the edge.

The pieces will be picked up by men assembling a new logic

Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours

Raised fist pt:2

Ferocious by gentle touch, like scratching punk music

My hands tilt

to gesticulate

a instant

stur the conflict

Your palms have blood stains, and you want to shake my hand

Infect your infliction elsewhere;

pick on your own brand

Push that transformer default off the edge

The pieces will be picked up by men assembling a new logic

Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours

Raised fist pt:1

Break the monographs, mark of your affliction

It's ominous

to my nimbus

puts violence

in my spectrum

It dents perception that I worked so hard to achieve

The weather

is never

in favor

clouded what I believe

Push that transformer default off the edge

The pieces will be picked up by men assembling a new logic

Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours

Change those words of yours