I dream of crows with crows feet, and each knows the beat,
They hate flying South for the winter, but each chose to repeat,
I have fish eyes, that wish lies, could just kiss skies,
And not give me the kiss of death, damn I miss my breath,
My shelf clears, just to make room for my elf ears,
But my ear wax, hears attacks, and they fear blacks,
The racist thoughts of each of my peers distracts,
My mind's extensive, life is priceless, tell me mine's expensive,
My bloody nose, looks just like a muddy rose,
Plus my buddy goes with my sound waves, which found slaves,
Beneath my feet, my teeth cheat, as the ground caves,
They began to shiver, chatter and crack early,
If I'm scared, does it really matter if I act girly,
My twisted tongue, is pissed at sum, its list'll come,
Soon enough, see I sense a mishapen chest, like a healed cut,
I've died with a broken heart, now its permanently sealed shut,
Now my slow beating heart, its now protected by my steel gut,
Close your eyes, why wontchu rise and shine x4
My blood thirsty fist clenches first, won't quench my thirst,
My thirst for blood, makes my clenching fist, is sensing risk,
I'm whinching to kiss, because of her lips of poison,
Makes my cracked lips, sad, each slips and annoys them,
But mine sent, a message my fuckin spine is bent,
Each of my leaking veins, are slowly speaking names,
Their streaking stains, they make me have weakening brains,
My dry hands, die in lands, begging and seeking rains,
Did I know I would die, did I know tonight I would dig a grave,
When I did push up after push up, just to try and look big and brave,
Did I know I would die like this, searching for the best wife,
A heart throb, that would help my slowing dying chest hype,
And help me cope with my heavy steps, and the rest of life,
I ask, why is this rose soft, who ripped my clothes off,
I puke this still, and when my mucus-filled chest knows to cough,
I cough up my bleeding heart, but just the beating part,
Close your eyes, why wontchu rise and shine x4
Now my once warm heart, is now and forever losing heat,
My head's a storms start, firewalker, and I'm bruising feet,
I sweat weight, as I let hate, leak through broken pores,
Alarm set late, I regret fate, as I speak to open doors,
I can smell finger prints of a tumor, hope they dissappear,
I hear a hell singer's sense of humor, now my sin repents sooner,
Since the last time I cried, it feels like its been a million years,
But these don't count, you see, these are penicillin tears,
My grin's feeling fears, of my past, as I crash into emotion,
Like a plane in the sky, a quick flash then the ocean,
I'm past the notion, my extended outstretched arm pits,
Is where the harm sits, wondering where my karma fits,
