Slight Of Pen
The Draining Ruler
Take a sip while the rest floats by
Another disappearance, at least I die
Kill that daily memory, sweet
A life of nothing, slaughtered defeat
Flush to high life, vacuum the past
Light a little brain cell, get the fire burning fast
Roll a chunk of memory and smoke it into gone
Anarchy of sober, revolution is my song
Please Mr. spare a dime, I haven't got the cash
I need another baggy; my hero turns to ash
Right or wrong I wouldn't know, evaluation time
Let me test your theory out, learning is sublime
Single bottle sings and dances
Better days, invented, shown
Losing into better fiction
On a falsely lifted, wasted throne
Can't it stop, slow to rest, come on now
Listen to me, I tell my head, now way or how
Garbled, disintegrated, overrated head
Convinced I winced when I saw myself bled
Brutality reality one more go around
Inside the dried up organs found
Asleep at last the past has froze
While weak I speak yet no one knows
Rotted toes reflected infected, eyes
Still blind the mind left behind, ears
Can't wait compliant hate pushes heart
Into off, so long the cough that seals the deal
Single bottle sings and dances
Better days, invented, shown
Losing into better fiction
On a falsely lifted, wasted throne