Whitevan

Ohgr Whitevan Just around 5 o'clock Cars are screaming around the block The boy is scared and looking around He's feeling a little bit anxious I think he's searching for his mother What did your find? A/Uh, white van Facing this prospect I set out for today's Overspection I feast upon decay Around me is misfortune my avenue all spade Digging all the so called out diggers Digging his own grave Meet me Mr. Indecision watch his machine cave end up on itself and watch one debit I win and mince our way The seats are best from over there out behind the shade My diggers in their dirty coats their attitudes of spades Passing the inspection, No! Now this is everyday Special Forces special boots The stock mark comes to pay Fancy men so over-suited for the final days Keep the prince in timely tints Ring out the barren child at play Christen me "Disaster" At least that's what I say Into which the thing determines which rate he decays Keeping loads of sunshine I love the job I pay Digging out this whole shitty world digging it today White world Whitevan Fight the world Good afternoon, What else did you find? It's not color blind Feel indication - my vindication To know nothing exists Opens all to "what and if" Portions of my emptiness Sitting by the open door Looking up to take it out Settle in to catch a show Read/red situation - dead indication Feels like a drug I ate Ticking in this toxic state Ready for an occupant Suck it to sniff the paint Sniffing up the weakest link Rising from the righteous stink See simulation - speak To take a piece of me Hold onto walls of life Pull the chain, when burning bright In a copter raise the rope Firmly placed around my throat Aging worm at sanding counters Slipping through my finger burn Each a seclusion - my own intrusion Upon my waking state Each of us must face their fate Rolling we can grow some more Broken body pray on more Pulling through to face a fraud Pushing back to push some more