long about midnight a certain time ago someone spiked my tea before they rifled through my drawers may long standing repercussions settle on their bones he who laughs last… well, let’s just wait and see… I’m too cool to care coz my head is full of stars I’m only a poor boy with a bloody hammer I get high I get low the symptoms are axiomatic they’re no problem at all it would take more than a lethal dose to silence this fat mouth
brother, you gave me a mountain but I climbed it what’s that the image of? men heaving over mountains? or drowning in their shadows? a
man needs a mountain like a bullet
needs a gun a mountain’s a load for
one back but I’m drawn to the weight
of it like a moth on a fatal trajectory simply coz it’s there coz it’s in my path I’m just a poor boy with a bloody hammer I
survived the assassin’s cup and
occasional subsequent avalanches but
I’ve been to the top of the mountain
and I have seen the world
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