What's Your Poison?

The Psychedelephants


Wait!
Why are you glaring with milk covered eyes
Late!
With a red coat and a broken pocket watch
Rate!
The velocity following up with this new atrocity
Fate!
The blood runs down your chin

I guess that I wasn't wrong
I guess that we were strong
I guess
More or less
Try my best
I guess

Mate!
A month away from a marathon
Straight!
Shooting and I'm ahead of myself
Great!
Inventions always come with great intentions
Fate!
The blood has all run dry


Autor(es): The Psychedelephants