From the top to the bottom
At the core Ive forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
The memory wont escape me
Theres a place so dark you cant see the end
(Skies cock back) and shock that which cant defend
The rain then sends dripping an acidic question
Forcefully the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rot
And dust a spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again
In the memory youll find me
The darkness holding me tightly
Moving all around screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps past the
Street lamps chain-link and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the papers crumpled up it cant be perfect again
Now you got me caught in the act
You bring the thought back
I see it right through you