

I only wanted to be a merman.Floating with a cigarette between my teeth.I only wanted to be a merman.
It's burnt to the butt.
It's burnt to the butt. It's burnt to the butt.
The cherry burned out last night.
My head slipped through the cracks and I think I finally lost my headache.
Can you lend me your head? Can you lend me your head? Can you lend me your head?
The silt looks like a cozy place to take a nap.
Wake me up at midnight.
I'll be floating by the docks. I'll be floating by the docks. I'll be floating by the docks.
To swim you've got to be okay to sink.


Double entendreI have this Maid In the shade.Double entendre
She's Lying (In your bed) to you. And she's Dyeing (Her hair) too.
Her Sole is throbbing. And her window Pane is agonizing.
She's pouring this Desert (Plate) of sand in her eyes. And I'm fishing for the notes to hook her with my Bass.


BornBite my lips and Bleed you in.Born
Borrow your fingers carress, sooth, and lick.
Babe all this excitment has Blood Blitzing straight to my


Selling your SoulCrimson. azure. emerald. platinum.Selling your Soul
Are words that sell souls, but are rarely ever found in nature. Our imagination is to be blamed for their existence. That luminescent spark inside our head that curses all the opaque colors to damnation.
Gold. Sapphire. Ruby. Silver.
Precious gems that ignite like dynamite. Shattering glass falls identically. Bursting open and bleeding a thick vibrant tar on to the palette.
These colors are the Adams and Eves of our creativity and Memorials of these hues should be painted on our souls.
Souls, meant for selling.
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All that we perchance to see, is but a dream within a dream.
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Due to Economic Crisis, The Light at the End of the Tunnel has. Been. Turned. (Off.)
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