Mar 07, 2005 23:17
i started the day
too early to speak
with a fast paced sugar intake, i wandered the streets
til i came to a land, with big glass doors
they handed me crisp singles, i reopened my sores
i pile up the years in neat little stacks
its oh so glorious, til the fiends start to attack
as i watch my life begin to unfold
i see my first steps when i was just shy of a year old
manufactured stitches mechanically torn
i wasnt prepared for the day of the storm
work is fucking nuts