Blue Serge
worn out gone ocean calmly lowers bodies offering
whims condition as night falls
spills disease mental sores
mine exploding you fucking liar
lines form short mans views
cassandra's curse prophets eyes
sees the truth they perceive as lies
this controls my mind
after supper o much fatter
how to reconcile this matter
lies disfigured one on top no distinction soaking sing
a screaming phrased in ill contempt
not worth it
this controls my mind
so whose resolve cant stop them now
raving mad so very small
kisses dust storm wave good-bye
have no need to scrape so high