Testo Star Rider

Star rider bar fly
Art writer Dark side
Take and make it
inide ur head
Shape it paint it red
Stay instead
Of leevin the season
bleeding this evening a lilttle bit of work
never hurt nobody
hit em where it hurts
you deserve the sunny
side up I write up
an epitaph
for every single one
of your friends that passed
board up the past
put so many nails
in that coffin I often
offer you nonsense
on the top of the bottom
of this autumns prospects
im talking projects finished in minutes
while women diminish
his vivid existence
riskless
a tisket a biscut
spit it for the sickest
insomniac victims
and whoevers with em
new lever system
whos clever wisdom
grew several limbs from
his back to grab
all the knives attacking
its quite relaxing
type on the sad days
write on the mad face
kite in the sky
the lightning and I
got all kinds a high
exiting the nights
waiting for strikes
debating with life
weather or not
the weather permits it
severd existence
weather the wrist hits
the blade of shame
he never really learned
how to play the game
just stayd the same
and explaind his pain
in ways that changed
the days of rage
fillin the cracks
in the ceiling with tracks
willing to act
like im stealin it back
but really im dealing
with killing the laughs