[AdamD.Oneirical]

Sitting here fussing against this dusty abyss
Surrounded by my comrades, gritting their teeth
Awake, we felt the pain, with each gust of wind
Today, especially, was shitty and bleak
The soldiers of past, maybe were much harder
With skin of leather, mine can't go much farther
We never attack, although we sit like police
It is only by luck, I remain with the geese
One duck, 2 shots, 3 ducks gone
But to them it's like a feather
while they wait and they yawn
In the cruddy weather, my last- forsaken wish
Was to finish this fight, with their blood on my fist
I tear at an apple, the worms left me the core
I care not to look, I have been sick, before
Tossing it to the ground, rudely, i frown
I cannot sing with fever on my brow
My whiskers are swollen, I'm not sure what is true
When I cry like a baby, and I'm fried like a prune
I'll say it again, for my own good while I rest
So that I wake up, with no blood in my chest
We wait here till death, or until they will battle
We want them to fight yet they show us their shadow
(later this evening)
Why don't they come, Fred, my imaginary friend
I'm losing it here, I cant see what I'm fed
Perhaps it's not real, that I've felt this so long
Wait, what if Im captured, and this is all wrong?
rrr..rrruaaaghh! I'm locked in here, "Help me to get free!"
I've stood up before, but now I can't breathe
I never thought to check, they were clever in warfare
We should not have slept like that with our pores bare
I later heard the story, right when I sobered up
The night before last, a man in a covert truck
A suicide mission, in the middle of the sandstorm
With a bucket of acid, his truck and a lantern
He blew up the area, chemicals took new form
The sand intermixed, as the drugs went airborne
Then covered us all, in our little world
Made us tripp balls while they painted murals
In the afternoon sun, with our blood on their backs
From whipping us senseless, we hollowed like bats
We followed for rats, and the food they would give us
But the hunger for revenge, their doom and their riddance
Still petrifies me today, as I'm listed M.I.A.
But they know I'm P.O.W., they dont know what to say
I think, an election, is coming up soon
I don't have a calender, but I'm guessing it's June
Maybe that bitch, that, well I will be nice
The girl I'd pick, is Condoleezza Rice
I don't even care, I've stopped thinking- long ago
Two slices pair, a bikini, and I'm home
I'm trapped in this body, you can eat my heart
If anyone's robbing, it was me from the start
Jesus once said, the truth can move mountains
It's up to you, to stop all the poutin

topic: Deliver Us From Evil