PERPETUAL IMMATURITY

I don’t know why, I always reminisce About being high, when I’m always lit These pains I find tend to persist — Just staples from the life that I live. A sense of sadness, madness, My body starts to tremble, I’m overwhelmed — My soul, it starts to realise. That I slowly lost my innocence, So much so I found it comforting. It’s like life’s a sea, & I’m going adrift. I only wish I had have known — The hardest part of addiction Is trying to find your way When you’re going adrift. I hear the poet pains, but not to boast, I try to open eyes that are slightly closed. I only hope to learn from what I lost — I guess you can’t sing about love without loss. ‘Cause I slowly lost my innocence, So much so I found it comforting. It’s like life’s a sea, And I’m going adrift. I only wish I had have known — The hardest part of addiction Is trying to find your way When you’re going adrift. So forget it, don’t sweat it, Regret shit — what for? I only lived when bored, Life’s mundane, I fill the void. But I slowly lost my innocence, So much so I found it comforting. It’s like life’s a sea, & I’m going adrift. I only wish I had have known — The hardest part of addiction Is trying to find your way When you’re going adrift. Now… Woohoo, Woohoo Woohoo, Woohoo

Stupid me, a fantasy Of wanting to be happy. I’m vulnerable, I’m weak, & I concede to messed-up parts of me. I’ve got addictions — Yeah right, and don’t we all? I feel so powerless When I hear the call. I keep on using, & I won’t ask for help. I’m uninspired When you’re haunting me. I’ve got these demons, & they promise I won’t tell — These demons keep on Tormenting me. I’ve got a son — he’s all I need. I take responsibility. They’re happy I feel pain inside — A hurt locker that’s in my mind. ’Cause last week’s conversation, Best I’ve ever had — I was all by myself, Does that make me mad? I keep on using, & I won’t ask for help. I’m uninspired When you’re haunting me. I’ve got these demons, & they promise I won’t tell — These demons keep on Haunting me. But when sobriety — It hit me like a newborn kid. The judge laid down his orders, Telling me to quit. He said, “There’s two paths I could take, & one’s hard on my son.” Well, any man would see The choice I had to make. I’ve stopped the using, & I will ask for help. I’m inspired When you’re taunting me. Goodbye, you demons — ’Cause from now on I will tell. I lost those demons Tormenting me.

Son, do you ever wonder why I’m not by your side, & I can’t dry those eyes That you’ve been crying? & we can’t build that bond — You’ve grown so fond of me, & you’re my little guy — Come sit on daddy’s knee. Been a season of life, & the truth is, the truth is — she lied. Why’d I wake up? I wanna hide away. I’m your wall-flower, caged. I’ll stay up all night and with you all day, Agoraphobia — still I’ve my working remedy. So immune, for the pay, Faux smile on, kick-in my anxiety. Been a season of life, & the truth is, the truth is — she lied. Why’d I wake up? I wanna hide away. I’m your wall-flower, caged. Been misery, been pain, Oceans of tears to drown in. I think I hear them calling Once again. Been a season of life, & the truth is, the truth is — she lied. Why’d I wake up? I wanna hide away. I’m your wall-flower, caged.

In the best interest of our child, May the court stand in denial. & would the judge ever so kindly Place your hand upon the Bible. Are you Masonic and demonic, Whispering secret names? Clout-chasing, my time-wasting — ’Cause I ain’t playing your game. What’s worse — Love is a verb. She got me cursed, Left hurt. Ironic, only empty seas Inside this hollow bottle, And the only place it’s taking me Is for another fall. I smoke to calm the nerves, The calm my soul deserves, But she paints me as the worst When I indulge in earthly herbs. What’s worse — Love is a verb. She got me cursed, Left hurt. Anything lost can be found again, Except for the time that we’ve wasted. I used to get shit-faced, but my son called me Dad — & man, that was sobering. What’s worse — Love is a verb. She got me cursed, Left hurt.

This life is getting old, The winds are bitter cold. & I’m high — yeah, I’m stoned, I’ve got my drugs but no home. There’s no escaping The sweet & soothing Mad man’s lullaby. It’s a rush, but I’m getting by. That’s why I wear my sleeves long — To cover up the shame. The reflection I see Is the man that I blame. Heaven don’t seem so far, I’m off to hell solo at the bar. Heaven is a shooting star — Well, I’ve a track mark, & it left a scar. Sold my soul while I was dreaming, Could an angel love a demon? The devil’s in my mind, & the angel’s too hard to find. The devil fucks with me, & I’m standing, begging, please — Just to leave me be, Take away this addict’s disease. Tell me where the days go — Does anybody know? I’m lost in yesterday, & I’ve got no tomorrow. Heaven don’t seem so far, I’m off to hell solo at the bar. Heaven is a shooting star — Well, I’ve a track mark, & it left a scar. You see, at first it was just a taste, Now I find you’re a need. It feels like my life is such a waste, & the needles make me bleed. Heaven don’t seem so far, I’m off to hell solo at the bar. Heaven is a shooting star — Well, I’ve a track mark, & it left a scar.

It’s like I’ve been on pause While the world keeps on, & all you are is a stranger I know too much. Like a picture, I’m frozen By your paintbrush — Is this the thing That we call love? So let’s pretend That I fucked up. I’m not a prisoner that’s trapped By my past. It’s a lesson, Not a sentence, But I’m hurt by how You weaponized our love. You shoot me down, You leave me torn here on the ground. You hit my heart, I’m bleeding out — I hope that you’re feeling like a winner. I hope that you’re feeling like a winner. You melted my pain down Into your bullets, Taking aim, then you Pulled the trigger on it. Now there’s blood stains on me, I’m wounded — I’m crawling away From your bullshit. Straight to my face, You say “amore,” But behind my back You’re plotting my downfall. & now I see Just who you are — Though I didn’t get away Without some scars. You shoot me down, You leave me torn here on the ground. You hit my heart, I’m bleeding out — I hope that you’re feeling like a winner. I hope that you’re feeling like a winner. You lock me up, I’m in your zoo. Such a false affection Between me and you. & all those tears Over the years Are like ammo For your gun. To shoot me down, You leave me torn here on the ground. You hit my heart, I’m bleeding out — I hope that you’re feeling like a winner. I hope that you’re feeling like a winner.

“When sorry seems like wasted words, Guess love’s a language I never learnt. Please pay no mind to this hopeless drunk. See life unadmired, locked-away desires; Those church bells ring — I hear their choirs, My soup-for-one about to expire. So I wrote a song, I’d like to sing my exit. Open-mic night, & not a single soul here. Gut check — man, this shit’s intense. Goodbyes — well, I’ve got no friends. Loose ends — yeah, I made them meet. Tight noose — the longest cigarette. My self-portrait’s tortured me, Tell me I’m beautiful, Tell me anything — ’Cause I’m so fucken vulnerable. Like the TV broken, Now I want my money back. So I wrote a song, I’d like to sing my exit. Open-mic night, & not a single soul here. Gut check — man, this shit’s intense. Goodbyes — well, I’ve got no friends. Loose ends — yeah, I made them meet. Tight noose — the longest cigarette. They’re always happy when I’m hurting, Breaking, crying more. I’m sadder than they’ve ever been — Oh help me, Lord. A passing thought, In jest, That never quite Went away. So I wrote a song, I’d like to sing my exit. Open-mic night, & not a single soul here. Gut check — man, this shit’s intense. Goodbyes — well, I’ve got no friends. Loose ends — yeah, I made them meet. Tight noose — the longest cigarette. Gut check — man, this shit’s intense. Goodbyes — well, I’ve got no friends. Loose ends — yeah, I made them meet. Tight noose — the longest cigarette.”

Out of Babylon & Egypt Came Lucifer’s occult. Call them Freemasons — There’s a temple in every town. They’ve got a hall, Black & white, Checkered floor, Compass & square. & did you know Freemasons worship A deity called Jah-bul-on? That’s Jehovah, Osiris & Baal, & they’re still doing their black magic In ceremonial rituals, Trying to bring Vibrations down. They’ve got a hall, Black & white, Checkered floor, Compass & square. & so in vain once again, & without hope, & without a prayer, They try to rival Our Lord & Savior, Almighty God — But there’s no contest, Another failed reset. They’ve got a hall, Black & white, Checkered floor, Compass & square. I rebuke you demon In the name of Jesus Christ. I’m all for love, Not your hate & lies. I walk with God, Because He’s on my side, & I take strength from The journey of life. They’ve got a hall, Black & white, Checkered floors, Compass & square.

I’m in recovery, I like drinking bottles & smoking weed — Those sordid troubles. So be a friend to me, I’ll be your perfect model; Give me what I need — Like, subscribe & follow. See, What a weight to wake up with sorrow. I spill the tea — Like, subscribe & follow. Oh can’t you see, It’s a weight to wake up with sorrow; I spill the tea — Like, subscribe & follow me. I’m in recovery, So don’t hover over me. You got no right to yell — Treat me like a fiend. & when I ask you to leave, Don’t chase me to the bathroom; Crack my head on the sink — Just unsubscribe & think. See, What a weight to wake up with sorrow. I spill the tea — Like, subscribe & follow. Oh can’t you see, It’s a weight to wake up with sorrow; I spill the tea — Like, subscribe & follow me. So unsubscribe at any time When a channel gets detrimental & starts feeding on your mental health. This is a passion that I love, Wanna share my art In this safe place meant for lovers — You’re a welcome part. See, What a weight to wake up with sorrow. I spill the tea — Like, subscribe & follow. Oh can’t you see, It’s a weight to wake up with sorrow; I spill the tea — Like, subscribe & follow me. Like, subscribe & follow me.

Harli-Quinn, Stacey, Mumma Cornette — Send my, my, my full respect To the one & only Mr Jim Cornette. I regret the news left you upset; Harli-Quinn’s nod & a wink, Named that dog Shamrock — Named after just who you would think. And sixteen years I got of memories, And I still ain’t forgot — They’re in my heart, That proverbial wink and nod. Harli-Quinn, Stacey, Mumma Cornette — Send my, my, my full respect To the one & only Mr Jim Cornette. Manager extraordinaire, Famed & beloved — Midnight Express, Beautiful Bobby, oh yes. Sweet Stan, & a special mention — Shout out Randy Rose & Dennis Condrey, yeah you know. Harli-Quinn, Stacey, Mumma Cornette — Send my, my, my full respect To the one & only Mr Jim Cornette. Hello, fuck you, & good bye. Keep SMW In your hearts & minds. Catch Drive Thru & The Experience With Mr Brian Last — I tip my cap to tha guy. Harli-Quinn, Stacey, Mumma Cornette — Send my, my, my full respect To the one & only Mr Jim Cornette. Hello, fuck you, & good bye, my friends.

Not all heroes wear a cape — Mine don’t smoke or vape. He takes his beer ice cold, Don’t mind a punt on a race. A few quid on the pony, He’s heard that filly’s on pace, & when he’s backed another winner — The biggest grin on that man’s face. It’s free-wheeling Murry, Like the world don’t owe me. It’s free-wheeling Murry, Like you’re not angry At the zombies, mate. Yeah, Murry loves Narie, But hates when Archer is Team MeMe. He still loves standing around, Talking about the league With Mr Precision — yeah, that’s Kenny. Coming across another celebrity, When out for dinner, getting drunk with Pato the boss. It’s free-wheeling Murry, Like the world don’t owe me. It’s free-wheeling Murry, Like you’re not angry At the zombies, mate. So give my man a break From all your misplaced hate, Before poor Brooksie breaks — It’s straight bullshit, mate. It’s free-wheeling Murry, Like the world don’t owe me. It’s free-wheeling Murry, Like you’re not angry At the zombies, mate.

When I’m a little lost, I tend to put my head in the sand. It’s easier not to deal with my life as — But this is God’s plan. So when I feel I break, When I feel I’m a little weak from a hard day, This life’s all like wait, As God sends an angel my way. ’Cause this is God’s plan. ’Cause when the devil’s trying to be in every man, Through doors they open up, & trying to bind them — When this world needs a faith revolution. ’Cause this is God’s plan. God’s plan. God’s plan. This is God’s plan. & not all heroes wear capes — Mine has torn jeans, Rocks TN’s, & a strong faith. Armed with spiritual knowledge, Like he the Book in his hand; The Holy Spirit’s in-house Over this communion. ’Cause this is God’s plan. ’Cause when the devil’s trying to be in every man, Through doors they open up, & trying to bind them — When this world needs a faith revolution. ’Cause this is God’s plan. God’s plan. God’s plan. This is God’s plan. & I say “Ay Man,” “Ay Man,” “Ay Man,” I say “Ay Man.” ’Cause this is God’s plan. God’s plan. God’s plan. This is God’s plan.

To the mother of our son — Is there healing in a song? That broken bridge that helps no one — Oh, the least of all our son. So can you feel those winds, A dream that’s taking wing? Like a change has just begun — Oh, let’s start a revolution. It’s Ballad’s ballad, And we’re everything in his world. And let his song be sung — So let’s work together, And raise our little boy, And let his heart be young. It’s a broken bridge that needs Construction going deep; A good foundation to build from — Oh, let’s build it for our son. I’m not talking ’bout our love, That train is up and gone; But time can heal a wound undone — It’s for a little one. It’s Ballad’s ballad, And we’re everything in his world. And let his song be sung — So let’s work together, And raise our little boy, And let his heart be young. ’Cause we’ve got such a beautiful child, And he’s our gift from God — His mother’s masterpiece, His father’s greatest work of art. It’s Ballad’s ballad, And we’re everything in his world. And let his song be sung — So let’s work together, And raise our little boy, And let his heart be young.