The piss, the puissant, and a crowded street
Dejected, lost, but a crumpled meat
The night caresses but it never kiss
Like taking children out to sink by sea
I know I'm right. But I feel like I'm wrong. I know I'm trying, but I feel like I'm not, and I know
I'm making my way out of town
You won't see me now
I'm breaking away out of now
Aghast the king's tried a crystal queer crime, a notion, then a malicious deer
A cuss it quavers down the language shoos
To live and fight a war you know you'll lose
I know I'm wrong. But I feel like I'm right. I know I'm not, but I feel like try, but I know
Dime novel speak for "tide and lone beach"
Adapting the kitsch a fabulist needs
A scholar aloud: "Diamond in heat"
I kid; the condescending legal lies
They constantly save kings and…
Christ, I know
