Crush

The ground isn't level but we can
still stand I'm out here empty handed
Spill it spit it dye it red all I need now is a needle and a thread
The books are stacked ceiling high
your last name is written on every spine
If you spit on a pencil it won't erase ink
Madness isn't foolish I don't care what you think
I need distraction you need to focus
should I deliver you a more direct approach
Is this enough is this a joke should I continue or make my way home
Same pastor that had my parents married,
baptized me and had my grandparents buried
In a jejune manor praying over the dead
as if they haven't heard the best of it yet
Quiet close to almost silent of course its grown to violence
Yeah I refuse to answer run a little faster eat away my cancer don't
waste away in your own denial going down a spiral
a weapon is a T.V. and question why you cannot sleep
Salvation hatred infestation talk to
anti-machine cause you drank all the seven seas