Inside of me today. There is no one. Only asteroids and empty space. A waste. . ...They're looking through the windows at me.... . Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare.
Your lips say one thing. But the drugs say another. How can I massage. This inter-galactic ulcer?. . Goodbye sober day. . Hello milky way.... . Pin my ear to the wisdom post.
Your lips say one thing. But the drugs say another. How can I massage. This inter-galactic ulcer?. Goodbye sober day. Hello milky way.... Pin my ear to the wisdom post.