cold music and happiness

Tolstoy once said

Happiness is an

Allegory

I don't like

that guy much

Cause he reminds

of a wasted

Life

I can't play no

Guitar

I like rock 'n' roll

Music

it gets me high

Unplugged I

March on

Don't wanna learn

Mellon Collie

or peace

Just gotta knock

A little harder

To find that right

Note

Sometimes words

Escape me

Feels like I'm

Going

'round in

Circles

I'd like to

Walk

with a bass drum

tied to my

Waist

In a room full

Of empty cobwebs

and ask the dust

"Whereof art thou

Born?"

I can hear the dogs

Barking

Let them

Let the spears fall

As they may

and drench my soul

in faeces and blood

I'm gonna drink

This wine

With your skull

My beloved

Till I meet you

In the next

Life.