My head spins to madness in the direction of the days doom. Floating like a cheap balloon through a patch of thorns. I passed a Jesus sign selling coffee and shoes. In the land of riches, there’s only dusty doughnuts and heaps of grease. Time halted by a train ripping through the terrain. I squirm…
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Mechanical Man
I fuel up in the morning on coffee and nicotine When I arrive I plug myself into the machine Frequencies babbling to tones of timed chaos Rage fills the soul And still I sputter on connected to that machine Dreams die in this pit of money Slowly falling from what I was meant to be…
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