Braden's Poetry

I see what you mean about beautiful girls
I see what you mean about alternate worlds
I feel all the passion of a serial killer
Painting it all into a surreal picture

There's a lot of people waiting to get in
There's fortunes to amass amongst the wages of sin
All of these Barbie doll heads hooked up to rotting flesh
Those who cash souls like bank rolls - life or death

Blood money spends thicker, richer men know
Selling out the weak, a slaughter, a freakshow
Ugly people leaning on your back for a taste
Men in suits who are paying for time and space

Overzealous feebles pounding on my door
A doped out mess - I'm lying on the floor
Ninety eight reasons I'm supposed to saty alive
All of them mean nothing if I finally die

I see what you mean about powerful drug - outs
I'll show you what being a beer pot zombie is about
If you have another reason to kill me this time
I guess I'll have to listen to some more Sublime

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