Never expected you to grab me here and now
to throw it about then throw up your innocence again
what time dwells into sand and pisses it back up
figure it out although it means less cuz you don't understand
the valley of hills in your mind the rising of the oceans in your eyes
keep clear of certain things level headed back of the tide withering in pain as it slips past the ring and into the betterment of your own muddied consciousness
dreaming of your escape teaching eacother nothing new
trial by error
the ever present lion that masturbates
in the jungle
perched upon the zoo
there is no kingdom for you to rule
only it'll dream of slaughter when you fester up the courage