vivisected by life punks in japanese tea house wrapped up in debate, waiting for something to decide if always is a reason or if always is a time
i don't remember but i can't forget
the gap between have not and having can only be measured by knife i called on god, he said how'd you get this number? we be dark disiciples from a surf side waste land flirt with death sometimes and you gon' get that space lifted come at us too wrong you gonna get that face lifted
ghettobirds are hovering and heaters go clap-clap-clap too close to the moon always sleepless at night
bastards and monsters assholes and thieves i can't do it hold it together
i'm a phantom in need of a body petty coke dealer timely death stealer