At The Bottom Of Everything

Dream of daemons when you sleep that make you stutter when you speak. Speak now or forever hold your piece in pieces. I work in daylight feeding fashion to housewife’s, for once I wanna take chances on truck stops and providence lines. Go on there not listening; tell them twice and then three times is just right. I’ve got my pride and I’ll let you sleep tonight because I’m almost home. I’m missing you to death, now my friends are dropping like flies, theres a smoking gun and I know how to use it. I’m on my feet I’m on my feet our time is almost here our time is almost here our time is alone here our time is almost here.