The Other Side

Looking they best
they set out for nothing,
in arms of comfort
got a handful of everything.

Leather collars and chained
to the nothings of cosmic powers,
in bodily gestures of love
they fitted; like rubber.

They’ll never understand
they’ll never get the drama
they’ll never get the assault
they’ll never get our ideas…

Wipe your eyes dry
smile; will ya’
snotty sniffles ain’t kissable
Wipe your eyes dry
smile; will ya’
snotty sniffles ain’t kissable

They’ll make us our future
they’ll make us die for it
they’ll make us run for nothing
they’ll never get our brain…

Wipe your eyes dry
smile; will ya’
snotty sniffles ain’t kissable
Wipe your eyes dry
smile; will ya’
snotty sniffles ain’t kissable

They’ll… nevermind…
Wipe your eyes dry
smile; will ya’
snotty sniffles ain’t kissable

Singing tunes of warped love songs
that’s all they ever did initially,
the ships steamed into the docks
with a bucketful of fish,
with homes in their eyes
and a cold to be warmed,
all when the engine died
and the anchors were let loose.

Everything was a haven
for the inevitable; promises broken,
they lay tattered and strewn
over the ashes of yesterdays,
they wove the left overs
to make one complete straw hat,
all when the engine died
and the anchors were let loose.

Now, the anchors tell a tale
on a different level of things,
they fought a losing war to a past
gave up and set sail again,
the engines were oiled and steamed
an ignored anchors gravitational pull.

Watching dreams meander
down the rivers of sedation,
collecting weed and empty water bottles
in a whirlpool of ultra dirty blood stains.

Blood stains caused denial issues
and blood stains embarked a wrong path
wrong side of the brain;
misunderstandings on level three.

Shoot em’ stab em’
here comes the waterfall,
emotions drown in the tide
smashed against rocks; taste of blood.

You cry bricks; give me a smile
set me straight; they’re no winners,
you say it with fear; sweating bullets
blood knee height; individual answers.

What are you gonna do; breakout?
what have we got; our own lil’ empty space
why wake up; mornings are nightmares.

Moonlight rays in the background
the tones mellow and the ride starts,
I say it with fear; unanswered
the kid round’ the corner; he rants.

What are you gonna do; breakout?
what have we got; our own lil’ empty space
why wake up; mornings are nightmares.

You cry bricks; give me a smile
set me straight; they’re no winners,
you say it with fear; sweating bullets
blood knee height; individual answers.

Don’t care about the rich kid
he never grew up; brats!
we’re gonna smash his face
we gonna find em rats!

We’re innocent
we’re innocent
we’re innocent
Oh well; we’re not!

Don’t care about the rich kid
he never grew up; brats!
we’re gonna smash his face
we gonna find em rats!

Seven by the Eleventh day
on three hundred and sixty five
give or take a few; still nothing,
memories splashed about in the pool
they drowned in an instant too
too bad! Summer was the in-thing.

If that could be
then this would never be,
and the option was left or right
chosen; left over right,
it seemed more right; this left
mirror neurons over years – erased and left!

I knew this girl who was the sleepless
She spoke of death and perversity,
hey there now; don’t break a leg
the lab gave up; worry not you’re not sleepy.

Hot legs, Hot legs
on telephonic converse mode
softened perverse thoughts
untangled and mangled in meditation
Hot legs, hot legs
so what if the lab gave up on you?

Cornerstones polished; have mercy now
will ya – will ya? Irony me speaking,
eggs scrambled or porched – who cares
switchblade mode; cock fight starts in dreams…

Too bad you don’t sleep…

Hot legs, Hot legs
on telephonic converse mode
softened perverse thoughts
untangled and mangled in meditation
Hot legs, hot legs
so what if the lab gave up on you?

Too bad you don’t sleep…