Survival Mode

WARNING: SOME EXPLICIT LANGUAGEReduced to a single instinct

Fly high -- survive

Gotta fight to stay alive

Mein eyes will thrive

Mein eyes have seen glory

Repercussions are gory

So tell me another story

That ends differently, sorely

But surely, it ain’t the clichéd,

Thin as paper mache,

Truth that you have mis-shaped

Wilting under this shade

And the mis-takes

Force me into spit-takes

Turning this to shit-cake

That fucks me til the jizz glaze

If I could just blaze and adjust the craze

That must phase me when I trust haze

I’d bust this maze

But this boy scout takes pain

With no anesthesia

As I’d face down a train

Only if it would please ya

But with my luck,

You’d probably just get amnesia

And all my suffering

Just becomes your leisure

And it’s everything to me

Cause of the way my heart’s latched

But it’s nothing to you

Cause you just don’t get attached

A tribe-less Ronin

Easily seduced by spells

It’s hard to tell who’s crazier

Me or Everyone Else