• Sad kids.
    Speaking happy words.
    Sad stupid kids.
    So wrong it hurts.
    They turn away, cause you think Latin.
    Inert, absurd, though still we're lacking.
    Form into a state of mind.
    Some nights it skips, and then rewinds.
    To him I'm just a spinning top,
    One moment I'm stable,
    The next I'm not.
    It's weird to feel like silly puddy.
    To mold, and ink. Whats been forgotten.
    Whats this, whats that?
    They hear a noise, little announced.
    We loose the choice.
    Timing is what timing does.
    Because the shining gold
    Belongs to us.
    Thinking sharp until it's dawn
    They hold the scepter, but loose a cause
    To try and make a man of God
    Because-
    I'm writing things into the land.
    Their brains now lay in canned ham.
    Monkey sees what monkey does,
    What monkey saw is what money loves.
    A little more sense, into happy words.
    Brain washed walking, is the dead-mans curse.
    Vos habitum meus animus per vestri occupo.
    Vos sentio postulo sciscitor quis nefas vobis.
    Haud proventus. Haud proventus.
    Vigilo tristis liberi. Haud proventus.
    Haud annus.
    Haud animus.

    Nos totus es-

    Sad children in a happy pit. Shut up, Get over it.