It tastes like a scientist like an Old Testament biologist like a sealed fate from a kiss, the coldest passion ever bred to leave you dry inside. It’s just a reaction, an inflammatory infatuation with all the excess of creation taking little in moderation. It’s another hellhole, a heaven upon earth. Try to keep it wholesome as the antichrist gives birth. It tastes like vinegar, a cigar made of sugar. It leaves you needing more, like the sound of a cellar door. If you know why tell me. If you know why… Lyrics so cryptic for the profit of the misfit. Then it’s blatant like a gunshot. I’m just saying it’s confusing. Is it love or is it hate for an honesty that’s obscene? It’s easier to appreciate the man in front of the television screen. It’s a new beginning but is any beginning old? I tried to run from freedom but its leash had such a hold. We don’t challenge truth just what we’ve heard. It’s hard to be a judge when the truth is so absurd. If you know why tell me. If you know. The philosophy of crazy is hardly necessary. He looks to the stars and thinks that he’s small. But what does distant gas offer, a lot Every trailer makes the movie look good But they turn out just as lame as you new they would. Looks aren’t deceiving if you stare for long enough. If you know why that is tell me. If you know why tell me how.

She’s the best there ever was. She thinks real hard and doesn’t fuss. Lord knows I’m a lucky man. If there’s something she doesn’t like she’ll go and fix it up real nice, like the dirt ingrained in my hands. She keeps telling me to keep an ear to the ground, says she hears them stir when I’m not around. They say envy has a place in every household. They say they caught us in the act of accepting facts and that it isn’t too late to do what you’re told. Irina I got you. Well call it whatever you will. I’ve been sitting inside my cell waiting for someone to post bail before I board the train. She’s a nervous wreck. All existence is on deck. Don’t expect a homerun to numb the pain. How could they do us sooo wrong? Ten years is sooo long. I’ll die in Siberia of a cold heart. Irina draw a picture of fur coats in the summer when the whole world was the sum of 2 parts. Irina I need you. Can you promise to forget me? My memory will be misery. They say every man dies alone. Do emotions really bleed when a tree is still a seed? I’ve seen the world burn but they say it has grown. If we escape from those prisons we can make it our mission to flee the state and start anew. There’ll be chocolate covered mountains and fruit punch water fountains. All from me, All to you. Irina I got you. Comrade Irina is it alright if I don’t go to sleep tonight? Its been so long since I saw you. Please forgive my shaky legs. I’m anxious for the world ahead. It’s not the world that I was brought into.