Earth spun a slow and steady pace last night -
the moon, she told me.
I questioned only of my place in intellectual anarchy.
This time is right
(I'll force myself to use.)
What's up you guys?
(I think I need a ride home.)
Where do I go when this depletes around me?
I'll hit the bottom and choke with you.
Breath a sigh and dwell on passed times.
I can't find that innocence - why?
To burn the pink out of the lung
To drop the stamp upon the tongue.
Can I imbibe in you again?
my lie is I am still here.
Mirror shows a primitive find.
The shore is Earth's receding hairline.
That earth spun a steady pace last night
but I think she dropped me on my knees,
'cuz now I'm begging her to freeze - that fucking axis, gaining speed.
In my life,
I've heard that Darwin is still dead.
This time, he ain't coming back.
You can say no.
You can say you'll let me go.
I think I need a ride home.
Lyrics by Bradley J
© 2012 Opioid Music