flanked by the black and the white
lost in fog of grays
living in the shadow of absolutes

In a black chair that doesn't belong to me

the fan pushes a heavy sallow heat

it is like trying to draw breathes

with the weight of the worlds problems

sitting on your lungs

shallow short gasps

people will die and so will you

fight till you die

or sleep till you die

there is nothing

but what you you have made

and what you have made is nothing

Undermining Mr.Rando

well it's just a crowbar
yeah just a piece of cold hard metal
one hit to the face and I think your jaw is broken


All I need is to know who works for Mr.Rando
work my way up the food chain
Killed my bulldog now I'm out for you

MR.RANDO!!!!!!!
watch your empire crumble
as a petty thief takes your earnings
Oh Mr.Rando what can be done

NOTHING
I am the grifter
the sage
the relentless man in black

but you crossed my path
and made to many moves
Mr.Rando


Can you smell the good whiskey I will buy
all at your expense
maybe even get a new coat

oh it is all to good
Mr.Rando
you are done and I am made
Fuck you

IS THERE ANYTHING MORE CREEPY THEN CARNIES HOBOS AND TRUCKERS???

the only thing I know

It is so late and you are asleep
the wine is all gone and you are in my arms
the only place I want to be
I am yours to keep

so cold outside the covers
waking up pressed next to you
like a fine whiskey on a winters night
a heat I never want to leave

I tell you everyday
yet I still don't think it is enough
I mean it more with each moment
I love you