Finally at the feast of Hell, I had a bite of the bad apple.
The home I once smiled in pushed me to the shit holes and fed me their foot.

The small black paint I made in Heaven became my one way ticket to hit the road,
Along the dark lonely path I trecked, having a front row seats at the rough thornful edges.
Accompanied by the fast flowing river of my heart.
I heard the growls of hungry dogs and souls.

As I slopped down the high way,
I rejuvenated into what they couldn't embrace,
The strobe lights pinned me at the peck as white as snow
Out of the blue, the bitter bitting fingers that pointed me black and tossed me off the cliffs were dailing my number to say congratulations.
The mouth that threw mad at me started tearing through the rocks to sing along with me.
Oh! What a hypocritic world.
The flames of the world never die but just travels around the world for eternity.