Untitled Song

brains raw stains on my chainsaw,

believe I breath and let pain draw ,

strain and break the last straw

told em if it’s cold you let the pen thaw

fuck a shortest stick,of course its thick

lit a forest still the warmest ,

climb up top,

stop blind the eye of Horus build a fortress

make atoms feel enormous

encrypt a gorgeous corpus in a chorus,

how the tortoise come a hair short,

with no support exept my spine,

stepped in line with the continuum and couldn’t run,