bullet holes

They say shut it down in twenty four 
while creeping like bitches brewing 
to a cause 
dont be fooled by this ...

Liszt plays a song to Chopin fingers waltz
with fine wine dining to his love 
with Fantasie Impromptu....so who gives a fuck

choose one
while my mind simmer
to every drop of rain upon my skin ....
O let it shine in its quality
O blackness breathe my brother inhales
 this scent that went past you like a fly 

keep the cause alive now dont pout nor cry 
cheers to a chair i now sit with truth
so am i fucking blind .....yes like a bat

as they burst out laughing applauding the chant 
from the balconies of  crime