Monte - Big bite

Broken man hums a sound

Still praises the eyes that keep him down

And now I’m high because I spoke my mind

And I want to feel it one more time

Take your body, sick and poor

Lying motionless, dead on the floor

I want it

And I need it

How badly I do

Passive judgement waits around for you

Irreverent hatred stands beside the truth

As you stagger along and tell me who I am

If you keep with it I won’t see you again

Desire and long for

Something sure

Mental waste

I feel it moving along