Breathe in.
The media idolizes idiot guidos.
I'm at home wondering if i've still got a mind.
Breathe out.
The world is plagued with nuclear weapons.
I've got a spider staring at me from across the room.
Breathe in.
Everybody competes to see who's better dressed.
I'm still wondering if I'll ever get fucked up enough to kill myself.
Breathe out.
"Do you blaze?"
I wonder why my mind won't let me.
Breathe in.
"I love you."
You say things you don't mean, but urban poetry splashed across factory walls and brick buildings by spray cans scream nothing but the absolute truth. They say 'I'll get you, you can't run'
Breathe out.
You tell me to pull the trigger.
I'm still looking for the fucking gun.
Breathe in.
Kids dead on pavement tell me to keep on walking.
My feet tell me to contemplate jumping.
Breathe out.
You point at me and tell me I've got nowhere to go.
I don't fucking doubt it.
Maybe I'm crazy for the sheer pleasure of going totally fucking insane.
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