Mps (Bear Vs. Shark)

Under lines of trees inside caves that open up to cityscapes i was a failure and they found me out i was a drunk and blinded sailor to sew your insides close these are landmine carburetors i find it hard to believe that the medicine is helping me at the end of the day the computer screens give blue and silent offerings at the end of the day view that all the trains are churches and roads like muddy water they gave you poetry and endless hours of conversation and it affects the colors over i'm a drawn out corporate warrior on the night that smells like water your crutch and your cross your voltage your watts and at the end of the day