hey, mister,
can I get a ride?
I'm headed towards the sun
or the moon,
somewhere I can hide.
cops can't search your mail
so I put it in an envelope,
rip it when I'm gone,
when you're home,
when you've lost hope.
I'm sure by the time they find me,
I'll be heavy with a child
conceived in hell,
since it reigns on earth.
make appointments,
keep 'em filed
away.
I won't be like my predecessors,
I will live and die
before I kill myself,
and I will love the devil in disguise.
I keep searching for answers,
but the bottle is empty,
and there's no neon sign,
but I've got a cigarette
to euthanize me.
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- Published: July 7th, 2025 08:58
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