Mr. Spacey
2018-10-02 22:26:14 UTC
Grey Matter Melody
Tomorrow receives
the roots
to these moments.
Your eyes
are closed now
to my soul.
Newspapers and radios
report
and they tell me
where your head is at.
I'm shooting
for between the eyes
fighting a dread
of a dismal future.
By Mr. Spacey
Tomorrow receives
the roots
to these moments.
Your eyes
are closed now
to my soul.
Newspapers and radios
report
and they tell me
where your head is at.
I'm shooting
for between the eyes
fighting a dread
of a dismal future.
By Mr. Spacey