Who’s desperately craving to break out
For all i know it has malevolent motives
to shatter my soul, the uterus to burnout.
It’s presently composing a death metal album
whose kooky title says “Walls painted Red”
With the first single being slaughter bed
Followed by Cramps from the bowels of hell .
Happiness, sadness have a control on me
I chuckle, I rumble, I moan and grieve
Topsy, tipsy turvy groggy and woozy,
There is a demeanor in the breeze.
This way, that way, this and that
Changing minds and changing clothes
Outrage, anxiety, lust, and laughs
In my mind, really, anything goes.