#1
God
Cold air
White air
All is lost
we can make love
with or without trust
and god
god
I am terrified
of what runs in her blood

the ticking clock
slowing hands
I need you moving
I'm not moving
alcohol
amphetamines
uppers
downers
pick me ups
put me back togethers
puppeteer
steel cables
electric shock
your lips are fatal
your lips are fatal


these are the lyrics to a spoken word piece i worked on today. its on my myspace in the signature. Just wanna know what you think. thanks for reading.