Cursed Lips - Shmu

Who are you, smudgy lines

My dreams are from another time

I have not a place to go

Trapped inside my own ego

I am nothing but a slave

To the wirings of my brain

Tired thoughts and crooked feels

REM is not my friend

Working out uncertanties

Indecision cripples me

I am free physically

In my end are possibilities

Waiting for the day to end

Restless nights the day begins

So the cycle goes no end

In sight for me to see my friends

There are no vices left to do

Ther is no pleasure in the glu

Please unstick me from this mess

Excavate me from all stress

Deep I could go

With voodoo

In the womb

Don’t waste time

Let it flow

Slide on through

The cacoon

I am here

Tell the truth

In this space

Gorgeous hands

Melting minds

Be equipped

Boiling slow

To say when

I implore u

To explore more

Reasons for living

Your God of money

Sweet as honey

Or malignance

Find a new worship

Kissed by Cursed Lips

Of the excess

(Of decadence)