maybe there will be a better tomorrow

I`m burned by the morning coming under Monday, desperate and a fiend for a pick-me-up or two in the noon of all my Wednesdays, and come Friday evening I`m on my hands & knees praying to each & every God that I`ll make it to see Sunday.

What draws me silver, will paint you gold.

Well goodbye high, and oh, well hey and hello low.
Jesus fucking whore christ, would I just love to stop thinking for a little while.
Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed that when you watch South Park drunk you can fully understand everything coming out of that little orange fucker Kenny`s fucking bitch mouth.
FUCK B U T T E R S.
I`d say fuck Kyle & you know, fuck the Jews, but I guess that wouldn't be right because I descend from some.


Smoke from your knowledge, and I`ll collect all my ideas from my nose.
You can chase dragons for a little something new, and I`ll pick the vein hoping to dig up something old.
I`m going through an emotional fucking Columbine,
but all will be well, and I will feel safe, as long as I make sure that I stay inside the lines.


For all of us that our society has classified as` insane`- it`s costly to feel sober & it`s free to feel high.
A heavy dollar for a bottle of Seroquel, a hefty and big price for a hand of Concerta,
& you just got to spit em out to have tea with Shakespeare all night.
What they don`t know can`t very well hurt them.
Linger with me and mingle with me, do as you will, as long as you can say that you`re at least trying to save me.



And if they bleed my face dry & I run out of smokes to sell, are you going to still hold me closely or are you going to seek out someone who can still provide you with a kick that`s going to make you crawl.