It took a lot to sell my soul. The same thing happened yesterday. I paid my price, then felt alive. But no pulse is within my veins. . Never will I lie and say, "I'm still alive".
Smoke up, do what you must do. Wake up, inhale the earth grown fumes. Higher than mountains, but oh so goddamn deep. The morning star we reach, think for yourself.
I do one thing, I do it well. It takes up most of my time. The advantage is beyond me. This curse behind my eyes. . My dead disguise don't work so well.
I feel the pressure, it lightens. To judge this spirit of mine. To be like the judgment. To be the king that is left behind. . To hell with I miss you.