Every Great Story Has A Shower Scene
Traveling in space like a cosmonaut.
Requesting signals or just signaling stop.
I hold my breath, I feel that sound.
Here it comes. Here it comes now.
Head down. Burning up, I'm ready now.
I'm panicking. Don't panic!
But I already said it!
Call back the medics.
I'm sick of feeling copacetic.
I'm pulling it together
Got my tires out the mud.
I'm digging through the pieces where my brain exploded.
Sweat the night away.
Rode the Koen tape and made it up the interstate.
Count the Jesus saves.
Alongside our bastard brothers.
If you'll excuse the phrase these revolutionary days.
The record of my time
Plays better in rewind
These unforgiving tired lines
Staring at me. My grin shit-eating
Crashing this point home now.
Out of my mouth, totally controlled.
I'm panicking. Don't panic!
But I already said it!
Send back the medics.
I think I'm feeling copacetic.
I pull myself together.
Got my tires off the mark
I'm digging through the pieces where my brain exploded.
Sweat the night away.
Rode the Koen tape and made it up the interstate.
"Count the Jesus saves."
Another sweetly sickening thing.
From my own big mouth, full of cavities.
The lazy morning sun will cast its light across my shadow.
It's all I got left. Now it's shade for dogshit.
When all of this is taken from me.
You can't buy me, sell me, beat me, break me.
It's all in my letter to the higher ups.
Get fucked
