I jump when a dead skin drum beats down on my chest
An iron fist claw to churn the acid with his finger
Warm and full of crooked rejects
This is pertaining to my thoughts
The acid is full of fury I am afraid
Cold iron could cling to to my body
Weave a Cat’s cradle through my backbone
Weak spine I am porous close to a cave
Maybe I’ll buy the book
If I had a cross impaled hand I could cease the inflammation
pull out my brain
Send it to the monks for observation
Acid and fear are intertwined
They broke up thirty something years ago
Acid is the lennon and fear is the yoko
My stomach has no room for sadness so I’ll let him go
This is pertaining to being afraid
