THE HOUSE AT POONEIL CORNERS
 
You and me we keep walking around and we see
all the motion around us. You trying keep your mind on what´s 
going down. Can´t help but see the narcissuses around us.
Than you wonder what you can be and you do what you can 
to get more and higher.
Than you know I´m still gonna meet you wrong.
You say you´re tearing. But nobody is feeling it. Somebody is dealing.
Somebody is feeling it. You say you won´t know when you want.
Let it go.
Everything someday will be gone except silence and earth will be quiet again.
Seas from flowers will wash of the ashes of violence. Left as the memory of man.
There will be no survivals my friend. Sun and me everyone will looks surprise.
Stars spinning wheels in the sky. Sun is scramble in their eyes. Circles like
a bullshoot. Someone stuck the window and cried one tear. I thought that 
would stop the war. But someone is killing me. That´s the rest how I do 
thing anymore. Turning on juice and more boys. 
Wild boys on the thrill.
Hassles on clips. Vanished. Clips like keeps all the fish. Seemed from the
stars. Hour by hour as flinchure strucks and black powder. From here to heaven
it´s a scar. Depth center depath death. Obedience saw hell.
Cows are almost cowering. Turn to daps are mooing which is quite all.
Boo is booing in the sun.
SUN.