[Sadistik:]

Talk about their neighborhoods intersects and boroughs

But I love instead in my head William S. Burroughs in 

my hands

I burrow with my hands on a burrow in the sand

'til it's purple and collapsed from the digging

Searching for a path to the virtue that I had

Surfaces will crack from the circles that I've ran in 

the city

City of the Living Dead wishing they could live again

Rip me into little shreds I'm filthy

Admitting all my differences drifting into bitterness

Kiss me 'til I'm innocent and kill me really

I feel rosy two pockets full of poesy

I'm nosy that's too obvious for Cody

Too cautious just to hold me like the cigarette I lit

Just to get another hit when new monsters can control 

me

And it's an arcane parlay but hearts aren't really 

heart shaped are they

I don't really know why but today is different from the 

last

I don't want to waste no time in wishing it could last

I can feel it in my skin hidden in my laugh

That this moment doesn't feel like a symptom of the 

past

I'm alive skipping by a land mine softly

Ship is gonna capsize probably it's okay

I'll make my own way that's my hobby

I don't want to be a sad eyed zombie with no brain

And that means that I'd pay-pay no mind of grate-

grateful times

As days-days go by and leave

Rather lead a grace-graceful life and say-say no lies

And take-take both sides of me

I've fallen into more pieces than are countable

But put 'em back in a sequence that amounts

I'm finding for an out that can set me free from 

writer's block

I keep forgetting to remember everything that I forgot

Yea and they say when it rains it pours

I'll splash in puddles when I know I can't evade the 

storm

I'll burn another bridge just to make it warm

Then i'll throw myself inside, watch me burn myself 

alive

This is a witches hunt zip it up lips are shut

If I run quick enough then I'll come into some

Symptoms of innocence when it's crushed into dust

If I wasn't in love with it just give it up

I'm feeling cold and under pressure

And hide my nervousness with silence

But when a coal is under pressure

That's when it turns into a diamond

I've been in front of the line of fire to hold still

Watching all the people that try to bite through my 

stone will

Don't cross the bear with your beef or a cross to bear

You either take the higher road or be the road kill



[Talking: Sadistik]



On September the first 2007, I learned what it's like 

to feel the world collapse beneath me

To free fall for so long that you forget what the 

ground ever felt like in the first place

And the only thought you do have, is that when you 

finally land you hope as hard as enough that no piece 

of you will be discovered again

You see..

I watched my hero die that day my friends,

And so far I have survived every day since

I have no choice but to forward while being nod on by 

the birds of prey

Praying that I never have to take another step in the 

same direction

I am the deliverer of ashes

A cultivator of roses in my fathers name

And while I missed the pieces of myself that has been 

killed by my own hands,

I celebrate the ones that I have created since

I have reinvented myself more times than I care to 

count and each one is a little less beautiful than the 

last which leads me to here, the now

The culmination of every moment of my life and I want 

nothing more than to tear every piece of my flesh off 

one by one to show you what's been hiding underneath,

Because these are the flowers for my fatherExplain