What will you do When the children Are told about The things you have done?
Most love can break Our homes, but we Still have a chance To be alone.
My vision is blurred And my thoughts are all slurred, And I don't know how To stand without legs.
Feed me my mail Through a tube, tonight, please, And I won't fight all of the Intensifying anxiety.
The land is dead, But I'm alive. The sand is gone, But I'm still experiencing time.
In a few moments, once I've emptied this clip, And I've confirmed the past few weeks have been a mushroom trip, I'll get to go home to the unknown household I've been living in For 2 ..., 10 ..., 26 ...
Wait I'm not finished.
In my time here I murdered a village. A sheep escaped and I killed it. Watched each of their eyes as each of them died, and remained livid. Fully lucid, blasted a ditch and then filled it.