Shadow People

One-touch
The light comes on
The strength returns
The doubt is gone

I can run forever

One breath
The pain is gone
Doubt disappears
Nothing is wrong

I can run forever

To live
We first must die
One clean Stab
We open the eye

I can see forever

Alive
No rules apply
Fire-powered machine
And the world will fry

I will live forever

In time
My brothers arrive
Whispering to me
That the plan goes live

I have lost forever

Bleeding out
The lights turn off
Slipping to abyss
With Kalashnikov

I am the never

But I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people

I can live forever

They speak
Whisper to me
Another little touch
A can be

I will burn forever

Ride edges
They call to me
Planning my demise
I need to see

Into the forever

But I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people

Constant companions
Do they die when I sleep
Do they walk when awake
must maintain for their sake

I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people
I remember the shadow people

Funk Shun

Executive dysfunction ’cause my brain go stop
trippin’ on my sandals ’cause my flip don’t flop

The rumble of the river calling order to the jungle
If there’s no more faith, then call Mr. Bungle

I don’t take drugs, just carry them along
in a convenient place tucked into my thong

or under my tongue, so I know they exist
or down the throat so they’re eventually pissed


But this is a salad of only one fruiting body
No mycellium here because that would be naughty

Dragged through the windows of the soul of the eyes
I hope these people won’t see through this disguise

What do I do now that I am doing what they thought I could done?
Fucked up and made it and now I’m the one

Imposter Imposter, put down that computer
step up to the bar for another blue shooter

These yellow jackets sting but they keep us going
the bozos with benzos sleep walk never knowing

but I am at the party where the fun refuses to stop
and I can’t walk away because my flip don’t flop

Don’t do drugs kids…

This guy is experiencing some issues, and now we have to do a bit of cleanup. Might as well get some entertainment out of it. Gonna turn this into a hard-beat industrial techno video.

Let me know if you want the source for your own entertainment.

Brew

Coffee to the left
prescription bottle to the right.
water close at hand

the chemicals keeping me going
my own witches brew
cauldron optional

Vitamins so I heal
uppers to help me feel
cortisol cleaner so I can think
a spray so I don’t stink
herbs to lay me down
fungus for the sound
liquid fire for a laugh
nootropical epitaph

water wash it all down
water wash it away
let me flow down the drain
to a field where there is no pain

a release for just a moment
where living rebellion can foment
muted sound through liquid blanket
holding me in the temporal flow
flying past at relative speed

but leaving me moving slow
Pop the top to relax
steam fed beans refill the cup
back to reality, just the facts
another day to fuck shit up