matter

welcome everyone to the juggalo nation thugs with water spitting flowers giving golden showers in giant shoes slayin Looney tunes in the sand dunes chasing shadows in the moonlight at midnight its the twilight hour where the witches speak to you of all of your fears that are in the spotlight the shadows flee and the floorboards creek the dead rise and dance they want to wear your hands all they do is dance I'm on the run from the sun because i find myself stunned by the light I'm a demon of the night and I'm asleep all day I'm an animaniac mixed with cascious clay and i eat brains all day which matter don't matter, white or grey is all okay with me