Kristoff KraneI feel alone and depressed, I miss my best friendMy wife's a thousand miles from home, the road I'm on's a dead end andSo I lie to smoke choking shove my fat grin with a bag of preservatives till I purge in a napkinIn the back of a van with no backup planJust some lower back pain from holding up this avalancheIf I had the chance to change I probably wouldn't take itI preferred the benefits of learning how to communicate itI miss the Mrs. so much, I hold a picture of herTo bridge the gap between her touch and my vision of usIf it wasn't for your love I couldn't trust the rush of endorphinsSo thanks for reminding me about what's importantSadistikI'm one van nap away from coming just a sliced throatFrom that path I take I'm struggling to find homeI'm on the right road leading me to nowhereAnd I don't know where I learned to juggling knife showBut I hope it's embedded on my gravestoneBrainstorm so much that my head is filled with rainbowsThere's no pot of gold, leprachauns and fablesJust another hollow soul with death upon his facialI'm just a vagabond who never had a mumWho ever had a bond except when it was painfulSo I never stayed closeI stayed sharp with the crayons in my paws sketching all the angelsSadistik & Kristoff KraneMy God - if I do not change the way I'm living I'maDie young - but at least then you could say I did it like anIcon - left them all uplifted and constricted like aPython - sipping on elixirs just to fit in with theLife long friends who helped me paint a pretty picture so whenI'm gone we can all pretend I made a difference withinMy songs ride onRide on Ride on to that distant sunset till the butterflies in stomachs learn to fly onTop of the puddle till I reach the light at the end of the tunnel I'm blind fromCaught in a struggle I'm trying to fly with my head into trouble my mind's numbI know I'm low, high hopes I focus my sights onDivulge my soul I'm so hopeless in my thoughtsBefore sky high beanstalksTied tongue sing low while I sweet talkWe walked a thin line between self destruct and detoxCos these scars are deep enough to rob us of our freedom
