token 420 down in the south Pacific ocean

they dont see stance mainstream glaring got they neck twisted eyes in a trance mutilation of more major lucrative manifestations but the air is feeling thin Alone when i sin alone when i win tirn your back like the last one and the one before that ones what left over tripping on being holly now i guess that the way things are the way they are its how its always bin only time you all worried talkn greedy walking grim grinning got to give my wings my best thing only now im now realising what it takes to make the sacrifice sum up myself left to survive i guess thats my last one and the one that got me goin never too much pain its good its gain please take the dam tears away im out of energy too much days ive paid for the worlds rain my eyes are a spring days tasten water wasted with nothing to lose now more than lifes stories to myself i take aim get governrd again its enough im ok omerta ordained untamed sheepinh out of my sheperds reign out the creek floods n thrown in without a testamant to my true tendancies the crook swing n life sustains from distortion forces contorted screaming over wine lossing na mane i aint lossing so dont say that word around the gift of presence again my game full gains i cant complaim i get what i need not what i want and its a dark night of walking no shame sirprises we all get it ok when its from the feeling just the the sweet memories that make our brains hurt n guts turn when we put our lessons to play at loven and looking for eveness in this moments and frames of lifes picture perfect games gave my ghost awY and back i came on a winters days snow steam breathing leaves stuck to trees now i believe i see natures message of meaning medical petrol hoons alone escaping to those stones ancient stationary exercism wisdom chasing ,on my roams cemeterie homes observation halucination winds surgon my saviour that guides me on intuitive tones tombs revisted at the doom of the body and the burning of the suns moon maturity makes me know the need to thank my father for being a parent to me wen my mother had to get me out the womb n zoom giving me a room and caring for me while wanted to get sick on shrooms n be the only only conciences one in a room lommin together more days to make madgic tunes before the world im trying to spin in the opposite direction gets gods directive to bloom again after it goes to tip the scales of soon and goes boom like hiroshima mushroom blind humans out of tune strewn all over the place duke nuke the whole platoon before they up dawn parade for the survivoirs of our kind sooon