Soakin'

More damage to the cause, no walls to be unravaged.. I keep positive for the mind to be mismanaged.. It shuffles, from danger to the matter, I'm no stranger to the patern.. In need of anger for the mad turn.. It's called fvckin' up to let the sad burn.. Why must it be that way, and not learn? I don't know, it's medication, former tad churn.. Once it gets twisted, the lad in I is firm.. I'll grasp the eye and project a cry, not one to be seen, but earned..