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Lyrics
intro/
SOS, state of distress, the smoke signals...
x 8
Verse 1/
There's no denying my childhood was abusive
Went through it feeling clumsy, ugly and stupid
Felt rejected though I guess the shoe fit
I hung with the wrong peeps to see if the noose did too, kid
So holdin a loose, draggin pulls from it to
null the abuse that I went thru, lemme tell you
Holdin a bogie in a moment of lonliness evokes
emotions as the smoke engulfs the throat and crawls slowly in
A euphony of screams is usually asleep
in the moods that I be in while I'm movin inbetween
the spread legs, embracin the nudity of dreams
Perfect till I screwed the illusion it seems
Painted myself into a corner tryin to get some room to breathe
Beautiful as the fumes corrode my usual view of scenes
Ezra Pound for pound glimpses of a moment's glance
stretched into the rhetoric of storms and laughs
Roamin lands as a nomad with dome collapsin
I know I'ma go mad before the one man show program
finishes, I've known that from the beginnin its
a synonym to the finale that I've happilly written in
Standin in back alleys, carryin stanzas
to handle the fact I crashed landed on this planet
So SOS, state of distress, the smoke signals
floats over the multitude of folk that I hope rescues me
I've tried to capture what I envision within my breath
My future involves unwritten songs and cigarettes
My taste buds is gone from bitterness, the syllabus
laid down before me as a kid is now a murdered silhouette
I don't think the hurt was predetermined to be worked
into the circuitry, certainly not at first
I've seen my moms work her hands to the bones
Diggin my grave, bury my face into a page at home
I've restrain my father from hittin my mamma
and used the heat of arguments to light my cigarettes
I'd used to say I'd quit for wifey
But I light the way with boges everytime I try to find me
Its all laughter as my lungs fade to blacker
unless I can rearrange the constellation cancer
I'll savor that ball and chain smoke I wallow in
till that tomorrow in the hospital havin my last marlboro
