Brainstorm ... theres mushrooms on the wind
*eats 5g's of mush*
I've crossed lines with hostile minds
that constantly try to define the worlds design
I've climbed and lepped over rocks
to synchronize the sundial to my watch
stopped for a breather... the mind unravels
as i dig up something worth wile in the gravel...
the battle of the tugging sea
rubbing pearls till there pristine
I've seen... one too many deaths
gasped one too many breaths
cut my heart out...
just to take a load off my chest
yeah, you best believe what you see
cause I'm bending the breeze
to blow off all these fleas
please...
please...
let me be...
I've been climbing trees...
to escape the Japanese
these gunshots ripple the night
cascading blood cripples the fight
i wear my private uniform in private
desire something besides it...
n this cursed gun at my side i grip tight
i catch a sudden glimpse of a kite...
the park....
*reality shifts*
"Tyler... tyler..!
what are you talking about... you not at war that was 3 years ago
your at rotary peace park...
tyllllerrrrrrrr...."
Jon... im loosing it again... jon...
a dark lit hallway lays before me
a female voice...
constant echos scream "Tyler I'm sorry"
fuck this story... i hold my head in agony
is there anyone saving me?
"Jon... find that stone of bravery..."
how long i had i followed this misled perception
the deception crep'ed among my bones in sections
split up as the feeling seeped over strung body parts
serenity kicks in as the noise of a shotty starts
loss of seduction left me alone...
i can't bear the thought of walking solo in this zone
i woke up in the hospital embracing a headache
with my mom in the background screaming
"for Christ sake"
the doctors held her back... to my side my brother
blank white, we never met eyes with our mother
being the older he could have killed me
and responsibility is a tender subject see?
we shook hands... no eye contact
he had heard my minds track...
and from this day on we would never look back.