Man rules over bugs, but bugs will rule over dead man’s chest. November like air doesn’t entertain.
I’m self medicating, self wondering, selfish with my wonder ring. As i fathomed the haze, i found myself restrained from thoughts i never thought i couldn’t have.
I learned to deny rebellion and still be an outcast;
You just make sure you won’t be out last.
The whole magic goes to shit,
When the bullet’s deep, push it!
It’s for my sake, i’m feeling ill, blue.
I need a break, your spine will do.