Feathers On Prescription Pills.

Feathers on prescription pills
And a little bit of that noxious liquid
to fill my lungs to the max

Come, dance and feel the air of led.
The pointless lobotomy of your soul
Drip drip goes the brain...

Forcing the words never works
So just call them all pedophiles
and swim within my livers and vital juice
that means nothing more than you eighty cents worth
of words and numbers on the clocks face

It's ok.. I'll die eventually.
Hopefully...

Feathers on prescription pills and the methamphetamene
to dilute my eyes, protect them from the colours of LSD.
Just die already... I wish