doesn't matter.

Flip the cycle. Your in denial. Go walk a mile in to the wild You wicked child. Mistakes are trials We take to make it worth while Can't cry crocodiles. Cold blooded reptiles Shine on and read thr sun dial. Cause times have changed. Front of the stage Loving when life's strange. I ain't playing no fucking games. Just floating running with no legs. Ace of spades. Turning into jokers with drunken rage. With no sleep for days. I ll sleep in my coffin as max graves Soul stuck in a skeleton cage. So I face the fear ans ride the wave. Rocket fuel prepare to engage. So fast forward the skin rips off of my face. Scard forever but I accept the change. No fucks given. Not afraid of shame. All the love is alive And it all lives in today. Grow a back bone. Vertabre. The opposite of hate. To be an artist is to be dysfunctional Disappointed and irrational. Adaptable and capable to keep going no matter the anvil of weight. Splattered in pain. Chest open. Woken hope Golden. Broken frozen Dead walking Heart stolen By the lonesome But Awoken Wash your mouth with the soap and Joke you float so loaded. Watch your dreams get spoken Going back into the olden Sea water in the ocean. The universe is unfolding. As it should. Where the Misunderstood is something good. And you can finally do all th2.e things You wish you could. Count the stars Like grain in the wood. Would you turn back time and take another look. Or stay shook and keep writing the same book. Like walking would be better if you had a different foot. In front of the other. Like hands shaking with your brother. A painting that never dried. My soul will never die. time table has no life label. I am able to tip the scale.