Our minds are running at a rapid pace.
We can't stop here.
Not now.
You and I,animals alike.
Inhibited,prohibited,exhibited.
I'm content with what you've done.
Or lack there of.
How long though?
Before I want to let you know
your intentions just ain't right.
They are just the ploy to your demise.
And you steer it in the direction of the graveyards.
The skull flowers with the patches.
I'll give you the times tables.
Read between the lines,sonny.
A glorious disguise,this is my victory.
You are my greatest victory.
5/15/08
Brain Salad Surgery
