Author Information
Storage
Folder:
Unstructured Systems Of Belief As we soar through door after door
Of perception to the core
We find there's more than meets the eye.
The funeral pyre is on fire
And we look to the sky:
Open that door and show me who I'm working for.
I tore my beliefs; they don't work anymore.
I hold the high score of hitting the floor
Drunk and fucked out of luck...
All because I'm bored.
This is where I keep it all stored.
