A Random Exercise in Impermanence (The Collector)

The passenger almost died today Got his blood smeared across my face They say that he might be okay But he'll never be the same Fought off the consequences Up til he mangled his wrists I think i'll send my own ass away To smooth these wrinkles out my brain Make me ordinary As weight drips from his body Blame it on bad, bad luck I got a hunch it's something big Like the collector collecting Enough's enough. Ive had efuckingnough And with a skull that fucking thick I'd like to see you get through it A bone to pick This ugliness needs unpacking And through the mist I spot a rift that's opening Sleep Until you're 39 Thn have a little kid Just like your daddy did Then let him watch you sick and growing old Breath Until you're 45 Then have another kid Just like your daddy did Then let them watch you sick and growing mold