I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time.
Everything is 3 D blasphemy
My eye are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up
This is not the way, I picture me
I can't contral my shakes, how the hell did i get here?
Somthing about this, so very wring
I have to laugh out loud, I wish i didn't like this
Is it a dream of a memory?