Battling Guns

de Slomosa

I guess I’ll see the way
As I keep on going
Something’s just not right
Sky below me
Sensations got me screaming
To the ceiling
Crazy little things
You’re not appealing

Finally I am
Governor of an Island
Closing me in
I'm a caveman
Could do with too much
But I'm so numb
I'm waiting for a handful
Have you got some?

Dreaming
How can it be
I'm floating on
Everything that I see
On hold
I go out of my way
Just to be
Sane

You might think of them
As sons of nothing
But what gave them life
But a mother
Hands of a dealer
Lucky cheater
It’s not now forever
You’ll see dear

Dreaming
How can it be
I'm floating on
Everything that I see
On hold
I go out of my way
Just to be
Sane

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