black and white suits
the same ritual I never embraced change remained habitual now death is my status i thrived on confusion and havoc i'm here watchin' mom shed tears in a rectangular box where's my peers there ain't none in stock seats remained plenty i guess my worth on earth was merely pennies very few with little to say i'm sorry mama if i could go back and change my devious ways but it's too late the thirty eight introduced me to fate could this be a dream? i swear it's like i'm in surround sound live voices live voices lowering me on into the ground