The Body Crashes And Burns

this is no secret for the secret is open this puppet gets old we'll soon be broken or better, more accurate it is to say this old rag will go away I am not the chemicals in my brain and heart I'm not declining just this bag of farts our awareness, conception of experience carries on for the ladies and all the us gents the threat of violence to this meat chunk keeps us fearful but it's all bunk! do what you'd do if it weren't ending do what you want just never offending there is no death it's total bullspit we go on, our souls never to the pit!