Puking Reverse Is a Slow Motion Massacre - Placenta

The day will come

The day of account

When foretime catches you up

The worst is yet to come

It is the clock of life that strikes

And it does not observe your rules

You can’t avoid it, ‘cause it is your disease

Getting stonger with every try to fight

Puking reverse is a slow motion massacre

You hate your second face

To bear it’s consequences

It pullulates in you

And nebulizes your wits

You are actor and observer

But don’t expect an oscar

To dash her hope

And wreck her dream unsober

To swim against your lovey’s stream

So hard to breach the circle

The same mistakes again

This matter is so aching

Like splinters in a vain