Death to Birth
Mustang 70
From Rape, To Right in, too real, to live
Should I lie down, or stand up?
And walk around, again?
My eyes, finally wide open up
My eyes, finally wide open shut
To find the found, of sound
That heal, the touch of my tears
The smells the taste, of all we waste
Could feed the others
But we smother eachother
With the nectar and pucker, the sour
The sugar sweet weather
It blows through our trees
Swims through our seas
Flies through the last gasp
we left of this earth
It's a long, lonely journey form death to Birth
Should I die again?
Should I die around, the pounds
of matter wailing through space
I know, I'll never know
Until I come face to face
With my own, cold, dead face
With my own, wooden case
It's a long, lonely journey form death to Birth