Sea Trip

[Ian2day]

Russian roulette begets the pain of the slain
as we attempt to hide the lines in the sand
we see the shore is full of moon once more
take a look and see that 33 is not really me

the slain are the innocent youths
all consumed by the weirdness in you
look and see the industry is in need
of colt and wesson to cleanse it clean

Russian roulette lets the hurt be herded
try to sense a sorrow full of cheeks
the sun is shimmering soothing sounds
like how we all want to defeat their master plans

the slain rise up and shatter back
Mk-Ultra takes care of that
and my back to black was
the start of that

Russian roulette was just a game
that weirdos played not in the rain
on coah trips to the sea from ...
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My lyrics and poems are never over rated
thats because they are the greatest not hated
I change my style dependant on my mood
thats where I seem to lose most of you too

(Midnight edit mix)