Marco Polo, Marco let's see, some narcolepsy, another narc owed to the sea, like we weren't wounded enough, when we fell from the womb, we had to go and make smooth rough, tough as nails in the head, no bluff... there's nuf blood to paint the sky a selfish shade of doom.
Woke up. Crying. Been dying all nightmare long. Through the sheets I sweated regretted missteps when so blessed. Haters-Go tell god he can have me now. I'm ready to bleed this one out. Painy-day blues forbidding me to even put foot to shoe. Glass and screws, stables and wires, knives and razorblades litter my self indulgence induced manimal trap.
So I invite billions of villian
to a lonely disco tech
Where we can all be
death stars
