Currently Listening Saturday Night Wrist By Deftones see related

Hey, whats up

?

 
I’m sleepy again
Well you see, I forgot
About sleeping
Last night and maybe the night before.
They all blur together sometimes.
Amphetamine undreams

I’m not really sure where I’m going
With this

 
Free will
And free verse
they’re all my words, the ones I didn’t mean to say.
my words-

Especially the words that I never said
Just resounding voices
Echoing frantic and spastic inside my head.

 
So hey are you free some time? Do you want to hang out?
Let’s get coffee with ancient starbucks cards.
Or shoot the breeze. I like movies and
Foozball.
And I’m addicted to more hobbies
Than your boy ever dabbled in.

But I have trouble saying things aloud.

 
This fragment reality it’s a schizophrenic world, girl
The glitter and street walk the same ring.
But street’s scammy and push,
Glitz- a slick flash-trick.
Get burned fast
either way

 
Seven steps to heaven aren’t found on this earth
Will archeologists unearth
A spiraling staircase to hell?
No, it would be an express elevator.
Buttons clearly marked PUSH.

 
There are wonders of the world
A dead slave’s silent immortality
The construction worker’s solace
The layman’s way of saying:
"Screw you, poets.
My stone, my iron, my steel towers
Will outlast you and your manuscripts"

What is a name to a dead man?
Do the dead look down from Heaven,
Pleased to hear the praise upon his name,
A literary god among latter day men?

 Does a tormented soul
Pause from his agony
To partake in his
Contemporary glory?