Until the light fades,
Countries drown in storm,
The story of the world lies facing the way it was meant to be fucked as a virgin,
And when the celestial horror dies out, I will no longer be called a dirty fucking vermin attraction,
The liberation of my brothers who die young for the prejudices and die old for the long oppression,
Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho, lead out my crying until I find my supplement to your anti-Semitic dribble drabble,
Look at me Richard, look at me lie to these people who bare no meaning to me,
Why do I waste my truths on people who don’t matter and kill the love of the woman I most desperately loved,
I suffocate myself every evening as the world burns itself a new hole of dirt to bury me in,
I scream out I love you and you never say anything.
But, now I will yell out again,
Because now here is the mind that destroyed but will repossess,
These streets you say are filled with black men, brown men, yellow men, china-men,
But you have forgotten the right words my brother,
M E N,
W O M E N,
Where have you gone to lick away the thoughts of your actual being,
The relationships are tormented and you causing the relationships of hatred are two illustrious,
Yell with me, do not bark at me, you despicable dog, you despicable dog,
These people are my brothers, my sisters,
Richard I’m screaming, make it stop,
RICHARD RICHARD, my mind wants what it can’t have,
Freedom, as we die it is into the third realm of purgatory,
Liven up your mood,
I miss her so much,
"That girl from far away?"
That girl from far away.
"Has she spoken words?"
I go, and go, and go, and will die, for the love of my life.
I’m with you in Tokyo where Cherry Blossoms bloom,
I’m with you in Los Angele and San Francisco where on Skid Row and in the Mission they feed their fix with injections,
I’m with you New York during our failures and successes,
I’m with you in Chicago as the last deep dish, proud Big Black fan is being served up as a gracious compliment to the hardcore scene,
I”m with you in Montreal where they only speak fucking French and I can’t keep up but, it’s god baringly beautiful,
I’m with you in Rockland goddamn it and you know why,
I’m with you in Sandusky where they fucking blow the sands out into another lake,
I’m with you in Boston where we watch the Red Sox pitch in a World Series Win,
I’m with you in Portland where I assume they put birds on shit but, am no longer sure,
I am with you in Beijing for whatever reason,
I am with you in Manchester where I will breathe my last breath, where I will beat my congos like Quando Quango, where I fucking love and will love, never finding but creating,
I want to go back home and I want you to come.
I want to feel at home, and I want to be at home, but, this my realization.
You were the home.
To dust, staggering, we are each others keepers,
I am sorry,