D.I.T.D

Only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance

No bigger than the sum of his inscriptions

Or the extent of his conviction

I sip vitamin enriched liquid diction

And digest fiction for culture

I'm force fed, behold the monster

My head and it connected by bulb

Tryna hold things together like the skins I fold

And take my food for thought with a pinch of salt

Chewed to form, my sin results in self doubt

Look into my eyes, I don't need to spell it out

You can see it, how I tripped and fell down

And picked myself up, turned myself round

From the cliff's edge, and staggered home like a misled

Piss head, and put up a fight till my fists bled

I choke on lead, until my spit's red

When I step outside to get a quick breath

Of fresh death, now there's no air left

And fifty percent of us couldn't care less

I bare flesh, exposed to the cancerous

Light like tearing the film out your cameras

I'm still ravenous, I feel my stomach acid

Keep burning as I work towards another classic

Melt your plastic chap, snatch your comfort blanket

In this cold world you're naked and unattractive

And your tactics are underhanded

I hibernate through the winter, and wait for the summer madness