Pinnacle Peak
Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 8:12 pm
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bm3fi2tTuts&NR=1[/video]
A skillful assassian willful in action, a window of passion
mixed with mildew, crackin' the ceiling, peelin' thru rations
"I feel you I'm askin' can we kick it in this bed with pills full of action"
backwards, forward, I know I can easily fulfill this compassion
time stands still thru contraction, what can you feel thru contraptions
my ill view is contactin' the mind and all the temples you mass-age
as long as you stay in this zone, you might be able to witness flow...
that mass storage of physical fitness show, and this illness grows
breakin' down your wickless glow, now where does all this shit just go?
the bowels of forgetfullness, resentful with a mixture of senseful wit
the pencil sticks the page and the page becomes another stressful bitch
one I wish I was forgetful with..a short story I wish I'd never get
but once I pen you quick, I get in you then easily I just spread you quick
I get a feelin' thats meshful with another line that you had menstruls with
whatever you tend to get you often find yourself in shall we say grendels grips
you bring it to the Nth degree, and surround me with suspensful dreams
some I'd eventual-ly see, as long as you think I would tend to peak
and these eventual things....you may see....will continue to pretend to dream
then the pendulum swings and hits the wall...I'm off this I dent you...flee
and continue another vacant path where all these thoughts vacate fact
I continue on the with this matrons act...and walk another sacred path....
A skillful assassian willful in action, a window of passion
mixed with mildew, crackin' the ceiling, peelin' thru rations
"I feel you I'm askin' can we kick it in this bed with pills full of action"
backwards, forward, I know I can easily fulfill this compassion
time stands still thru contraction, what can you feel thru contraptions
my ill view is contactin' the mind and all the temples you mass-age
as long as you stay in this zone, you might be able to witness flow...
that mass storage of physical fitness show, and this illness grows
breakin' down your wickless glow, now where does all this shit just go?
the bowels of forgetfullness, resentful with a mixture of senseful wit
the pencil sticks the page and the page becomes another stressful bitch
one I wish I was forgetful with..a short story I wish I'd never get
but once I pen you quick, I get in you then easily I just spread you quick
I get a feelin' thats meshful with another line that you had menstruls with
whatever you tend to get you often find yourself in shall we say grendels grips
you bring it to the Nth degree, and surround me with suspensful dreams
some I'd eventual-ly see, as long as you think I would tend to peak
and these eventual things....you may see....will continue to pretend to dream
then the pendulum swings and hits the wall...I'm off this I dent you...flee
and continue another vacant path where all these thoughts vacate fact
I continue on the with this matrons act...and walk another sacred path....
