I'm on the end of a ledge of no one know n
How I'm still alive I couldda falsed
Could of found the calm and drowned in it
Sounded so trying not to sound so lost
Romanticized as all else
I always admired the storytellers of the heavy thought
wrote it sharp spoke it soft some of the dearest to my heart
Misread it's mysteries misheard the lyrics of the mystics
With the thick skin codex heavy walk-man never jog
Crept from the corrupted come up
Shades child hood paved my antithesis
There s a demon perched in the rafters
There is a demon perched in those trees
I'm whatever, I'm at ease it's always seemed uneasy
Never run from these things.

I'm sorting thru I'm sorting thru
Emotions hung like ghosts in polaroids
A haunted chest

I'm sorting thru I'm sorting thru
Emotions hung like ghosts in polaroids



A haunted chest
Wanderers seeking sort of rest communicate thru insects
organ keys playing themselves like wind chimes.
sleep walking through the cemetery entrance
Then Spark in to remembrance
Smoldering structure down the creek
hollow at the end I thought I was stoned
Wouldn't believe if you'd seen.
When it went all went up

smoked.



Went for a walk in camouflage and almost both got shot
Almost always got lost
Animation cell view of self
Doesn't really sit well
Evil books, evil games, evil spells
Curiosity killed the.. cuckoo clock what's next..
Memories heirloom
Old boards creaking well worn
Wish them well.
Wish them rest
Still remember the flood.


I'm on the end of a ledge of no one know
How I'm still alive I couldda falsed
Couldn't found the calm & drowned
Sounded so trying not to sound lost
Romanticized as all else is

Romanticized as all that else shit.