waltzin black

black cat scalded red ring signing the jetsons space axe walking in the rain fat corner man with a pickle sandwich and the plastic garbage water landed on me ,there was once a reason to make the bed its a pointless blunder operating under a false god,can u grasp that big brother is not watching you.
when its your turn to spin the wheels theres always some kid begging for parts,red raw bruised scared and milky,when you walk theres never anyone only your shadow and the shadow has an agenda!The agenda is hate,small pills form a cacoon around your mind a safety pillow for your inner madness,its only accepted by the masses cause the masses decide its normal!