the Sky Iz Falling (live)

When you’re talking I exhale to see the truth like a worm in an apple about to get its head chewed off. Now when I’m talking of the child in my past, the religion of the masses, the dope of the future. Constant ramblings of the government and the opecian transfer of all the funds. I wish to conceal the fact that I might puke. I might puke. Swallow, swallow, swallow, it down Swallow, swallow, swallow, it down Swallow, swallow, swallow, it down Swallow, swallow, swallow the sound. Swallow the sound of the constant lies, the cheating the tries in this campus of stupidity. Run to the light, run to the box. Step inside; close the lid crouch on down the light is gone. Sandman comes and now there is sleep, long awaited and translucent you dream of stuff unseen behind the doors you see the men who twiddle the knobs of industry to complete their custom made homeless situation that lifts them into lofty positions. Such as captains of industry or perhaps. a lawyer.