The pitter patter of rain. So over used. Life is over done and the bass keeps me company. Strange world we live in. one sentence at a time I’ll keep on writing as long as this song does not stop. Too much time and so few seconds, I need my rice to have margarine on it. I am making no sense and I can hardly spell when I’m high. It amplifies the nostalgia in the heart. Too many dusty eyes never able to blink twice. They cannot see though those cataracts to the clear blue sky. We are all angels in hell. Look at this life we live in. all of us fester in tiny holes in the universe of which is our existence. Look at the babies all dying in our arms, the mother Mary is screaming to let go of her heart. I see bloody hell in her eyes. God is a child with a microscope and we are all the ants. She eats her babies until she is full. They cry and scream in her stomach until the eaters come to destroy them. This is fucked up. And I love to fuck the lion said to the hyena. And they danced until the cows came home. Life is a joy ride and a drive by shooting. Line ends.