Tattooed Sanity: Sinful When it Grips You For Daze
Translucent transforms play in a liquid crystal display
& transport lucid brainstorms, in a magic pistol array
a pelagic mist of dismay sets sail on fists full of waves
it's blissful in ways & sinful when it grips you for daze
Amazed by a vivacious maze of parading neon lights
ablaze by a tenacious haze, invading ME on sight
raiding me of life like a masked marauder out at night
it's mushroom madness, as I bask in broader heights
Tonights fireworks synchronized by a shameless type
ignite higher works seen thru eyes of a wayless hype
aimless, I aim this right and pick off a nameless tyke
in waves of tameless fright bought by a way less right
Tight visuals astound the mind, it's like sensory overload
over exposed as the painter of thoughts' palette explodes
and spikes residuals bound by time, as concepts unfold
exploring untolds in a con's text, where the context is bold
Odd thoughts play in dark corners of depressed souls
to shadow sanity through the woods and express tolls
abra cadabra & presto alike the magic of life is best sold
by it's weight in gold, because this fungi, never gets old
Owed nothing in life & lost as sanity slips into mental flips
& stenciled trips kiss penciled lips as faces drip red in fits
of blood, cut deep by the fists of love, in the midst of trips
where my blade outlines some random tit, that bitch'll drip
Equipped w/ voltron might I thunder cat this puss in boots
to expose her pink panther by means of a lil cutting loose
and bag this trick to purr fection like my name was Felix
as I whistle looney tunes drenched in HER double helix
Dabbled in double edged tactics, I lay open this cunt
blunt trauma & mushroom antics lead to bathing in blood
wadding through tubs of flesh cut to nubs, a cold fuck
on a hot night, by a cool blade.. Just another bitch fillet 'd
Some are displayed in various arrays then put on display
melted faces that haunt the depths of my inner most ways
& taunt the mind set so I might just flip N2 a killer most days
now post haze, I'm looking back on the shrooms that I braved
No remorse for the lives or wake of destruction cut into flesh
as I wake up in pools of entrails, blanketed in skins cut fresh
In the flesh, fueled by magic mushrooms, a flirtation w/ death
on a twisted cartoon ride as dark as heckle & jeckle on meth
The average mind can easily be ravaged by some savage lines
more so combined with land mines of rabid vine like imagery
Yet savage minds single handedly manage spine like symmetry
where Tattooed Sanity ripens in the mind with extreme synergy
By: Bounce
