Album: Blasterpiece Theatre
"Breathe in not the clove that gestates with distinctionBut
rather, the sophisticated stench of the clearly wounded"
A champion, certainly not at his bestChoking with personal
distressReaching reconciliation Like a crab in the wet
sandMine and your object of obsession Because it's no
longer the thought that counts Hence the new twist on life as
we know itA different mask for a different day
It's a tempting world we live in It's sublime, without
treatment or releaseA new man, from what we believe to be
an excruciation of the truth So how many licks does it
take? to get to the bottom of the barrel?