too stoned 
to figure out 
where I 
wrapped my head around 
no thoughts 
all emptied out 
and with every new idea it just gets lost to the clouds
Clouds on Clouds 
the air is so thick with these clouds 
and this haze 
so profound 
I just lost my mind help me figure it out 
SO HELP ME FIND HEAVEN 
cause this place is hell 
In the backseat of a car 
we found life 
so live it well 
with the story we wrote ourselves 
IN THIS HELL 
SO LINE BY LINE 
HERES OUR FUTURE 
IN THE SANDS OF TIME 
WE ARE THE USER

COOLYOURJETSTURBO - Its too hazy...AllI can see is the future

Poised to view from the tops of the tree 
as I watched my neighbor 
start a war with the leaves 
no job or purpose to satisfy the need 
the need to be needed 
wanted 
the fire to be 
but as the tree watches 
one by one 
his brothers fall victim 
his children uprooted and burned with his skin 
why do you torture all that he works for 
to kill all his family and torture him 
and as the neighbor 
burns them alive 
and as the neighbor 
burns them infront of his eyes 

being a serial killer only applies to your own species 
so toth eat your heart out 

there's not just humanity inside 
there's an animal in there 
 

EASHOA - The Animalist

The American Tree Farm - I DONT WANT TO LEAVE

The American Tree Farm - CHANGE THE CHANNEL

The American  Tree Farm- Paradise

The American Tree Farm - Nikki  Nicole  They Are  All The Same

Relapse (DemoRough)

Calvary Baptist Service 2.11.18

CONCRETE
like the tops of the trees
lost all their leaves
where do I run? can I escape you?
I don't know....
where do I go
&
FRIEND, please
my plea's bone dry
& the morning comes unsatisfied
& the heart drips with discontent
as the feeling and the sentiment
are gone
&
the plague of the dream
is further it seems
& the years pass by
as I forget how they used to go
where DID I go, where DO I go
FATHER
Please, please
my plea's bone dry the morning comes unsatisfied
and the heart drips with discontent
as the feeling and the sentiment
are gone ...........
MASTER
please, please
my plea's bone dry the morning comes unsatisfied
and the heart drips with discontent
as the feeling and the sentiment are gone

the plague of the dream
is further it seems
& the years pass by
as I forget how they used to go
where DID I go, where DO I go
FATHER

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