10 November 2012
When I was comin up, I was always in trouble If there was a lie to tell, I'd be there on the double. my parents didn't know what to do with me, So they left me.
High and dry up North of Detroit Exploitation of addiction. The only comforting vision. Conforming to my brains demands A way of saying fuck you Again and again.
After losing my soul I was a misfit Running on low So empty without it Love reigned supreme And I didn't even know where I'd go.
Fell in with a crowd of downward spirals. Wired to the gills Hallucinogenic recital.
The band played on, And I fell into rhythm Drops on the one, And I'd never miss em'.
The fermata never came.
Invincible To live in dream Was my principal. Downhill slope to a quicksand finish Sucked into it
c. 2012 BZC
I'll Miss Her • Opuss № I