Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

wan and wasted
fleeing and flunked out
some stoned eyes
bricks lining rails
aiming for endgames
worried about nothing
the heavens slung over my shoulder
for later
- fuck it -
got a hook there
under the lid
pain on the way
help on the way
sending out an SOS
inside my rubber room
echoes of weeping
stuck between wrinkles of skin
drowned out by beautiful laughter
certain insanity
- fuck it -
an installation grows
i'm not on this road
i'm swinging from trees
hooting - nothing can stop me now!
cliffs there somewhere
but i'm not worried
get get get get go
i can see everything from here