sometimes i feel so empty and dead and bitter on the inside that i wish it would just take me.
deep, deep deep down in the darkness where no one can see my ugly face.
you see i recently denounced the religion i grew up on.
i had that shit smashed down my fucking throat every day of the week.
and then --- i just stopped believing....
its great though becuase according to that lovely religion that everyone around me
held so tightely to
im going to burn in hell with satan for the rest of eternity.

but then again,

i suppose i deserve it.

Digression sums up like
street-light conduct.

A movement of the hands,
the film stops
and leaves you standing all alone.

Spilled milk mother
suffers guilt like sour candy.

Hey, show everyone that scar,
like the bigots used to know.

Jazz-man screams with purple acapella,
bourbon-colored skylines,
where your father used to go.

Tick-tock,
6 o'clock,
Jesus, not another shakedown...

Have you seen that record
that Danny used to play?

Beat-street shadows
dwelling deep within yourself.

I wonder if I'll ever
see that blonde-haired girl again....