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As of this moment I am living two lives up goes the down slope, trying to uphold the bonds and bones that hold the upper most throne. Could I be the king once and future, or then again, I could be the clown, the paralyzed mountain climber. Barely rhyming to survive, sometimes the show live can feel like concrete that, to retreat from, I pay fifty bucks and then some. Back and forth, bus trips and bus stops (like Q-Tips without tops) forget the co-op, I'm repackaged into box. In a month I will be restocked and resold for fifty bucks and then told to pay my own ransom or lose my traction and forget about this jester juggling action and over-exaggeration. I'm losing new friends for best friends Songtexteand my lonely life for only love but it's been said by past live pound sounds "music would watch you drown" and stick around to catch the fire of another right now this music is drowning me in a sea of "hellos" and "goodbys" and "beep beeps" that fly by where I'm from people mean "fuck you" when the words are "hello, and how do you do?" Look at me drinking so much ginseng ice tea that I'd swear I've peed the orient in a sea of energy rapidly siphoning me if you could be me then you could swim in this sound I'll be the only one who cares in music I'll drown *microphone stable bone in this shaky skeletone* Am I trading two lives for a million or a million lives for two Oh yeah! a boo boo I forgot I am mathematically dyslexic this vexing's hectic hexed and perplexed erect then wreck my own respect detected and then detached -a sec- I need a mic check to forget and infect this outlet is getting worn and torn I tear and tear my hair from head instead of red and blue my colors are sinking sorry *microphone stable bone in this shaky skeletone* TAKE SHELTER 'cause we're gonna explode (uh uh) You know, we might implode the They're taking shelter and this is their last chance to grow eyes. Aus Songtexte Mania