Exercising & Exorcisms

I’m done with the niceties
I’m colder than ice it seems
Out of control, I kinda like it, see
I think I finally got the right disease
To just write with ease, see
Sometimes forget I once heard, “life is easy”

There’s no love lost
Where there’s no love found
How much does love cost?
Clowns are funny. I don’t trust clowns.

Matt’s no schizo
It’s massochism
I guess you’re a bit slow
This is black soul wisdom
Welcome to the sh*t show
What’s that song? That’s “Folsom Prison”
Matt’s wholesome vision
Slash—morbid curiosity
Can’t control the rhythm
Imagine things that Ozzy’s seen
Imagine Kings and naughty Queens
Now and then Imagine if Lennon lived, then end this scheme
I’m copy cat killer, please don’t copy me