BRICK HUNGRY

Stumble upon your own greatness.

There used to be dreams, a kid'd lay their head down to sleep Tonight it's all umbrage And my lizard brain sticking its goddamn claw in a light socket The weakest among you will nod sagely As if you know what the fuck I'm talking about Listen, there is no shame in admitting that you got it wrong I forgive you, though The world might not Blue light junkies making glorious haste Where there once was discernment, judgment or just a flag wrapped around their waist But the damned don't go streaking in winter Genitals might freeze faster than euphoria peaks What's the point, if there needs to be one? It isn't the pilfered crown you're wearing, is it Or the loose teeth that eventually become someone else's problem No point except the one which begs to be driven home Like a drunken teenager having just discover'd the meaning of discretion being the BETTER part of valor Does the brick taste any better being wet with that future piss Hungry yet, for whatever the present is Knowing you, the gift gets passed around like a blunt instrument Ahh, where were we? Not sleeping, that's sure as shit Lord knows we ain't fuckin' Cinderella 'Cuz the workboot don't fit