Pick Your Poison

Silver Mustang

Running away from the sounds of a scream,
while echoeing laughter, its not what it seems;
don't think of worship, I don't practice things.
I already forget how i used to...

Falling forward,
looking back.
Choices honor
honest tact.

Falling asleep to the sounds of your screams,
the echoeing laughter penetrates my dreams;
I'm too high to worship these rough rotten things,
I already forget... I already forget... (how I)

Perfect timing,
calloused veil.
My coarse palms
recognizably pale.

I already... I already...