low brains

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Manslick

Road
the silence comes
it can not stand
thought runs
to a grey light land

where creatures hide
their features snide
all corners smoothed
till quiet broods

this is my home
where my low brains roam
a place where it all makes no sense
for if it did id kill me

grey figures trod like ghosts on work
they make no sound or show façade
i know they know where i smugly lurk
i know they are the edible cod

i could devour them like a nike
the chase would be a hoot
and pick my teeth with a pointed psyche
till i shit them out my toot

way up above my quietness
a rock mass takes a stroll
i try to change my new address
i'm tagged to be the troll
and so the mass puts out my light
and i fade into the dust
where creatures hide
and futures slide
like mud into the sea

the ones who once thought i was cool
and gave me groovy gifts
are way long gone like a rusted tool
i wait to join those stoic stiffs

i want to be a solid rock
a piece of mother earth
who thinks not with his jolly cock
but knows what he is worth
 
Nice! But what do you want to do with it? Sing it over which background?
 
Nice! But what do you want to do with it? Sing it over which background?

Do with it? Well sometimes I put lyrics to music. You can check out "The Bullet's Gash" thread in the mp3 clinic.

Thanks for responding.
 
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