“but then, it’d come out all fucked-up like me”
-Down-tempo, beautiful trip-hop;
not in the ship, the water the color; the dead messiah-
Tonight, who can save me
All rolled-up, is all that I see
Today, who the can save me
All dug down, is all that I see
There’s nobody, there’s nobody
Multiple-man, to resuscitate another
A mass-growth-utter, seven and eight-billion inside the Labyrinth
Killing me, killing me; the humanity
Jesus Fish
I want to go on but save me
Go to the store and get me my weed
We shall, we shall, decipher; golden dying
I am the living-myth, what is the living-myth
The living-myth, a giant black beast of hell
Who am I, why am I
Inborn with my golden […]