Cities go by, night bars go by, clueless crowd goes by,
but nothing comes through the untimely high.

Airports are flooded today…rain has taken a hammer in it’s hand and bashed the shit out of a obedient desert town,
You won’t see them…you won’t see those whore possessed clowns.

Petals are going with the wind and moving water…
They died the day they aspired to be blossomed and little bit sweeter.

Here I am sleepless through the night and awakened through unattainable music,
I have no food and I have butchered myself with a pinch of Kerouac.

And the pieces I give like broken from the streets,
and I go by…I go by…I go by…for that moment when I will have nothing to give.