Skinhead with a scimitar

Im struggling to keep the plants in balance

sitting on the fence with chems and its tense

making dents in my mind, hide a third wince

feel blind trying to guide, the hindenburg blimp

and reflecting the fate of the zepplin

sectioned as a suggestion, cause im pestering for direction

going solo, show, get stood up like an erection

used as bate, and felt raped with no protection

lethal injection, administered to finish the minister

see through sinners, im a skinhead with a scimitar

an abhorred lord in a car bound home with a star in a jar