dawn

Don’t mean much to me, I sleep on the ground like Jeremy key, Jeremy key, Jeremy key.

Sleeping on the ground, kicking around these towns..

Hating you clowns..

Feels like I’m in training, and the next phase could be.. Let’s say “very ugly”.

But not ugly like war.

So… I’d like a firsthand account,, of a homeless person during WWII,,I’m sorry..

A HOBO.

I’d like to know what they were thinking, while the world was getting so fucking crazy.

What it felt like to be on the outside of the theater of war..

I have a feeling, I could identify with it more…more than whatever the masses are saying..

Don’t trust em..

Don’t do it..

Watch how they behave,,,mmmhmmm

Always the same..

Watch em..

They do the same things,, dance to the same beats.. always the same..

To leave it..you’d have to truly not care.

I mean hardcore detachment..

Hardcore..

(That’s my flavor)

ANd best I can see, best I can realize..

Dream about a small, simple life.

Right in there with the Low’s.

Completely hidden and covered..

No one sees you,

Therefore you don’t matter,

Therefore you are free.

Truly free.

Truly.

It’s not bad logic

(If you try)

Yeah..if you try…and Fauxpium costs about $80 a day.. just to disconnect..

Just to get the fuck away from this noise..

Eighty bucks….a…day..

Just to get away from you..

A younger version of myself would scream “what the fuck!??”

Heroin would be cheaper..

(Dangerous business)

Yes… we all know that…

I get real ill sometimes,, get really upset with being alive, and i hate being here..

And it’s real.

And I mean it…

But I also don’t die.

And I’m also not that crazy..

Just confused..

Other people have it worse,, for sure they do…so….

Might as well watch you fucks a little longer..

You can’t get away from it..

You know that, right?

You can’t dodge the stories…

They find you… they always find you..

That’s really scary..

Scary scary