L.S.D. (Live. Sleep. Die.)

On Dani Compose

This life is a eulogy that’s screamed by a stranger
It should never be brought down by just a tool; an eraser
I don’t believe in plurals, it’s all apostrophe
Like all my glorious contemples spell miso-gy-ny

If I only had a dime for every angel I banished
Wow the future seems bleaker than my homicidal fog
I’ll never have the time to find the prophets that had vanished
My buried hatchets came back in a glorious zombie apocalypse

What I want now is an enemy to identify with
Infamy dressed in majesty- eternal haunting hiss
A little bitter cavalry assures me it exists
Inhales prophets disappeared ; the cattle of the wits

No salvastion, no quick talk
Just another old man straight doing the crip walk
Faux prognosis, mass hypnosis
No control; folded in the locust

How am I supposed to live standing next to death?
You can’t sow no gold when you’re holding your breath
No love; she can’t touch you when you’re guarding your chest
I’ll take all of your bullets; you can keep what’s left

I give up; gave in, I won’t play this game
All these drugs mean nothing- they all sound the same
And these shit-talking hippies think they know my name
I can’t deal with these art people carrying flames

I bowed out three million minutes ago
I’ll just sit in here where the pyramids grow
I’d like to wake up with something to give
But I always go to bed with one fewer rib

There’s a carousel full of cats black as night
The tax is right, inspire riot by some candle light
They all know me but I ain’t been around here
But who am I? There’s just a clown in the mirror

I’m just one more excuse for a heartless motherfucker
Another 5 blind suckers, all suckerpunch each other’s mother
There’s just no room in this world, guess the wise don’t get a nod
I got a god complex, now I need a complex god

No guns, no love; now I’m living in a truck
Full of signs that read “that kid’s fucked up.”
I’ve lived this life now I’m carrying a flood
It’s a rising tide that’s made of blood

I need a girl cause there’s two I’s in addiction
An accomplice to get out of this infliction
I drop to my knees and I pray to who’ll pay most
Now her esteem is falling; I forgot to bring a raincoat

I see, dirty, cold glass
And I don’t know why
All these lights fly past
I just live, sleep, die