vivisected by life
punks in japanese tea house
wrapped up in debate,
waiting for something to decide
if always is a reason
or if always is a time
i don't remember
but i can't forget
the gap between have not and having
can only be measured by knife
i called on god, he said how'd you get this number?
we be dark disiciples from a surf side waste land
flirt with death sometimes and you gon' get that space lifted
come at us too wrong you gonna get that face lifted
ghettobirds are hovering
and heaters go clap-clap-clap
too close to the moon
always sleepless at night
bastards and monsters
assholes and thieves
i can't do it
hold it together
i'm a phantom
in need of a body
petty coke dealer
timely death stealer
and so it goessss
on and on
