I spent one week under the Mexican sun
thinking about doing without.
Gratuity that I could use myself.
Times can change, but not with age.
Derive beside the sun inside myself.
Watching thoughts become naughts.
Infinitely I circle round again.
Every night I beg to leave one more time.
(Knowing balances un-knowing)
Inside the greenest limousine with no one
(Backtalk balances the silence)
I want my mind to be old without my body being cold.
(Is there space for love?)
Wisdom passes from the ones who survive.
I'm a gold-leafed killer with a penchant for life.
Just this one time let's stretch ourselves to our plans.
Doing time and doin' fine.
Peter tells Paul, "This shit is going insane."
Ring a bell, alone in hell.
With God as Niagra each thought a stone fighting under the flow.
Man from Earth, Earth from heaven til we all drift below.
At the center of my soul there lies a morbid, black cell
holds my architecture, paintings, and music,
and I wait there as well.
Every night I beg to leave one more time.
(Knowing balances un-knowing)
Inside the greenest limousine with no one
(Backtalk balances the silence)
I want my mind to be old without my body being cold.
(Is there space for love?)
Wisdom passes from the ones who survive.
I'm a gold-leafed killer with a penchant for life.
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