hollow point sniper hyperbole

thoughts seem to stumble out of my mouth

i can't seem to stop and talk to them

fear tries

to pierce the armour of truth

hollow point sniper hyperbole

i can't

seem

to follow a pendulum

and there must be organic cures for me

report to base

instrumental case

here's the map to my oubliette

once more

i'm flying with brian my friend

hold me

bonavista baby

moose meat

neighboured a medley of beans

screech me

i's the boy that built the boat

i's the boy that sailed her

i's the boy the sunk the ship

you're the one that saves me

with love

you make me flow

you help me to grow

you make me glow

you help me to know