Mind Games

https://soundcloud.com/slinky94/mind-games

 

Your sitting troubled,

con-fubled, mind muddled.

The supple, juggle

of your struggle

in a tug of war,

of which we lack muscle.

In this tussle,

im the one waring the mussel,

this cauldron bubbles,

spills and burns through rubble.

Erupts and causes a rut,

ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,

the cycle repeats until you can no longer give a fuck.

I walk with a manly strut,

down the street to the car,

over the bridge, i drive off,

sunk like a drunk

until all the air bubbles have popped.

But I'm not going to stop,

push on top, as if i never dropped and

put a stop to your mocks.

I demand to be acknowledged,

of the prodigy i polish,

the insomnia that's chronic

cause these words are polyphonic,

formed from a broken promise,

I'm the crane here to demolish,

leave debris as an immense consequence,

building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

when i say "hay" i expect you to wave,

suck my dick and behave. That's how i like to be plaid.

It's same shit everyday, day after day, all the same.

This game needs a change, I'm here to stay,

oh what a shame.

Do you need a tissue to soak up the tears you display.

Do you want me to prey for you to be okay?

or wipe your ass when you need your nappy replaced.

But HAY!

the thrush you cush

must be enough to counteract the the bipolar lust,

learn to adjust, please stop sitting on every dick you touch,

for a buck. Do you take change? i don't seem to have enough,

out luck, rusted clutch, TD has put you in a crutch.

Spill some blood, trickle a little lust

release the latch and let it flood

surf the titan size waves we must, dive deep,

plunge the knife, skins too tough

cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood

spread the slush, paper thin, "ouch a paper cut" oozing a lot-a blood

"thud" there goes your head, bouncing around like a

slinky, so robust, trust what i say is the evil of dusk

life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts

must become difficult to stand in position whilst they

force upon you images of a dismantled body,

one you did not dismantle fully.

The shame coves over you like never before,

the tension builds and suddenly everyone drops to the floor,

and you running for the door. PAUSE.. rewind.. now do it

in slow motion for the cause. PAUSE.. forward.. FUCK!

they caught me just as lit my torch..

to burn this fucking court to the floor.