My Lullaby Mercy

My eyes are like glue can’t sleep under the florescent dreams

Spent my formative years on a farm pretending to drive motorcycles in the big town

I don’t watch the news much I don’t care for the Salisbury’s glares it gives off

Nobody’s going to take the time to read this

Nobody sees the radio

My confidence is got up and left and my veins reek of ink that can only come out on keys

Doors fly open and close as I walk down the hall

Punk screams for mercy hidden under the ground of fake dollars

My lullaby mercy

Taking pictures for corporate

Scorpions flaying there thighs

I stab holes in my ear and I can’t help but have rejoice the sound

Music takes it all away and brings me numb

Why do I bother there’s plenty of feathers out there

People are sober now people are high

People are burying their own graves

And guilty as all hell

Me

I’m taking care of my individual words I’m missing Norma jean

And maintain my good vibrations under the sun and I love

I love so much

There’s fire extinguisher on every corner and junkies for miles rolling and rolling

The subways packed full of underestimers that carry quite a load with them at all times

Tulips pronounce acoustic melodies that fly in the weeds feeding my pleasures