Two drops, going on the same drop,
Going to the same spot in the sink.
Re-runs on t/v of freerunning through the trees,
While I'm starting to shrink!
You are who you say you are. That's just the way I am!
Don't even fake!
The life line is the livewire
In the lukewarm limelight of your face!
Cybernetic questions start messing with my head
And flexing all their superpowers!
Smoke-dead! Drink-dead! Road-rage?
Get a cage- they won't learn their lesson for hours!
The end and the beginning: it's spinning in my head
And winning the battle between us!
I fooled around in my town, but now I wrote this down to turn your head around
So you and I can have some freedom!

Giving grace to growing grief,
Grill the grass and great is the relief!
Take the time to trim the trolls,
And the trees will be there to take the toll!
Why whack the weeds if we don't see
The worth!? All the while it's winding me!
And come to call the calamity, "cannibal",
When cannibals cry to crimes where they can't evolve!
It hurts to hear that your heart is heeding 'em,
The hart hops to heal the heated drums!
I fooled around, in my town, but now I wrote this down to turn your head around,
So you and I can have some freedom!

Snapping at my crappy nappy head- let it happen!
The way they're unhappy makes the sap even MORE bitter!
Trapped in a world where too much hate exists- negating negotiating, but never anticipating the fading of her heart.
Hart-shot, double-barrel!
The trouble with couples is that it's never supple.
You've heard me about cannibals: "You call the calamity 'cannibal' when cannibals cry to crimes where they can't evolve!"
Can we?
Cannibals are animals, too- after all.
Stolen, sold, and scared stiff and shitless- still barfing every hour because their flower can't come from atop it's tower- or even climb up!
The word "our" is devoured- then, in after-hours, they cower in fear.
Pacing, chasing grace, erasing- YOU CAN'T ERASE!
What about your legacy, your clan, your race?
I repeat my case: "The lifeline is the livewire in the lukewarm limelight of your face!"
They can't join 'em 'cause they can't beat 'em!
I don't know Jesus- have you seen him?
Prove it with profiles, because we need him!
My friends need the bread, and I can't seem to feed 'em!
PLEASE get up and greet 'em!
You, reader: If you hear the call, PLEASE heed 'em!
I fooled around in my town, but now I wrote this down to turn your head around,
So you and I can have some freedom!