i sit in the catacombs,
i call my home, all alone,
blowing dust, cobweb stoned,
with my own throne etched in stone lay low on
graveyard stakes, takes faith praying he remains no one
stay, hope a day, full of pay, will araise,
from counting peoples graves,
Sun shine, look all our funs died,
I'm the one smoking j's right by the blood signs,
hand in the guts pie,
red ink up on the tux tie,
sacraficial
satanic sacriment its happening,
and its atmos that's exacting it
step back it baffling,
Foil paper, armor on,
coffee mug in hand,
ready to be embalmed,
the valley of ordinary and,
Simplistic civil things,
schooner sized hyginx,
& Cigarette stained hygiene,
God flattened his tires,
like yeah, go, try spin,
right i might ,
but Atleast hold my drink while drive shit,
and ignite the pilot light for my, smoke alight it,
don't like it, its nice,
It's kinda hypnotising,
watching the hatred in your eyes,
its a little dignifying,
admist the night,
where you'll find me,
the signals gone and died quick,
blip on the radar, we raid cars,
stay at bars, I'm faith's wasted ace card,
place 2nd when the stakes large,
fuck wit pacing the pokies in the pub lit,
Punk in drublic looking awfully troubling,
full of class, fill a flask,
slip, trip and break the glass
break the ice while i'm breaking bars,
Taking stages when I take aim ,
fuck the fake vacent brainless zombies
For the maintenance,
Make sense, plain tense, no skills in how you say it. P.s posting a pissed off post it signing off a Atmos oh shit, Nova out of coma, he overload on opiates till his face exploded. .