ever looking ever watching ever gazing
love spins incoherently while galaxies are changing
Lost, I ponder the open road.
Where will my life go?
Will it cut like a knife or burn bright like a chandelier?
The forest is drenched with thick paint from god’s brush,
Shadowing the viewpoint from the naked eye
I fear beyond the grave
As the body lay down inside the coffin.
Or if you’ve got nine lives, this one will do.
Just don’t come a knockin’
Cause death is sudden and rotten
He’ll cheat and swindle you
all because he wants to confuse you.
Now don’t you feel ready to clean the room?
The broom that’s split in two
always becomes useful when there’s shit to do