The wind is cold and it's raining outside
I'm feeling lonely but yet I'm alive it's old
Stagnant and stale it's old
The mawkish man is selling frozen berries
A tombly stand where hundreds buried their love
Frore to the touch like iron and ire and bullet and blood
I blow up inside of you like a bubblegum hotel
The legacy of Socrates taught me all to well
Too never hold better to whether or not I'm out in the goons
Sold like the rain seeping out from your shoes
Porous holes whistle out from hell
A bigot of God called it over and down down drowned
In chorus with violence and glue stuck to your noose
Quick writing with a feather and ink
Life is better when it's fake and oh so frail
A potpourri of whether buffet'd to the gluttons who read all these lies
I blow up inside of you like a bubblegum hotel
The legacy of Socrates taught me all to well
Too never hold better to whether or not I'm out in the goons
Sold like the rain seeping out from your shoes
You wanted me nothing, you wanted me dead
You'd stolen the pages I'd written and wrote in your lies instead
You wanted to give it but giving ain't giving when it comes to you
Took in the moment to seize it but really what good did it do
I broke down in rage misbehaved as I felt compelled to sell you out
The wind spoke in broken haiku's as I felt my word bringing me down
I blow up inside of you like a bubblegum hotel
The legacy of Socrates taught me all to well
Too never hold better to whether or not I'm out in the goons
Sold like the rain seeping out from your shoes
