COFFEE

awaken three! this is but a dream.

they've made you king,
and now the time has come to sing
of mysteries and moons to come,
of coffee beans, of wine and rum.

the sand clutched in my hand, means nothing,
as dreams slipped thru my head, like hand to sand,
impossible to bag, untamed as the sea.

sip once and die, sip twice and live forever
ill take the latter, so long as i get none fatter,
in the head,
might just have a problem, getting out of bed.

wake up to the smell of whores,
their asses sticking to hardwood floors,
some bitch forgot to close the door,
now we're all face down in this muck,
and we've fresh run out of luck.

cause apparently its not allowed,
to buy a hooker and call it fair when all shes wearing is her hair,
and you've dressed up just like a bear.

trying to scare her to submission, til at last you begin the mission((from god))
to purify and rectify and.. oh shit youre not filming this?

they've taken you away
put you in a cage
away from me, and it hurts you see,
magnanimously.

crushing,
like defeat, the fucking irony is, i didn't even compete,
just took the front seat,
watched you slide down the street.

you were looking for meat, but ended up in the grinder,
the beginning truly has, become hard to remember.
now they're pounding your bones, day after day
alone here, i pray,
fighting in the grey
til you and me, sip our coffee by the sea.

the rolling waves will cover me, taking me out to be free
watch me from the lip of sand, but please don't try to hold my hand
as i sail in to the sun, turn around and walk away,
that way you'll miss the spray, as i go under and float away.