Even

watching others
one's self is lost
at least my self

learned to give it
everyone can be this way
that is not true

easy lives and children houses
makes me jealous
even still

I grow old
my inside is the same
not sure where

eats a lot of creation
tells one to sleep
wish I were gone or free

would like to be more fortified

perhaps in the distance


-Lahmadaj

chili peppers

yeah the red hot

mother's milk

i had no idea of this music

the thrash

got the rhythm

feels


almost not as old


nobody weird like me

oh this one