Pissage - ohGr

Still walking on backward

Storms' acid jack trip all over the mold

Free markets of sunshine

Violent burns out splattering posts

Missing misfortune

What’s happening

Yeah its happening now

Fitting/Sitting on the fence

All is easier split

When legs don’t hold

The system folds (x2)

We’re stacking it up now

Your strength is coming from corners of cold

Extended with perfume,

The smell of death

From a medicine ball.

In digging up deadly wishes

From the mouth of a patriot’s rubbing on the cloth

Pissing on the edge, waiting for the proof

Sniffing the flower proof cut with the truth

Feels taking the place of

What helplessly sticks out of the way

It’s feeding on sunshine

Never giving up, never get’s get in the way

It’s taking the heart of gold

And burrowing bugs, and listen away

Fitting in a space, fiending it’s a race

Waiting for a «sleeper"pill.

Deny…

Deny what matters

Let the time machine detoxify