Dysfunctionality of an Almost Human Mind

same ol' same ol' day in the sun, maybe to favor him, the son shall he take the bomb with a shot of rhum? some... as the blame is given, the pain that he's feeling, all of y'all shall be receiving, then trust the ones deceiving, believing is the meaning of being may this be the one to be endlessly bleeding and make it linger blind like a 69 chardonnay shame on those words in the sand a message you won't understand, guilty the finger pointing hand, blamed by our fellow man said the marching band oh! be whatever may that's all he had to say then he faded in the day like the fog from yesterday, still it doesn't matter anyway

you won't be the end of me now that is all over maybe i'm your enemy hoping for a remedy to keep you in the past but i'm having a blast checking out the vast and heavenly opening at the human ring for someone in disorder hunting for something to be.