My buzz is the words I feel on an empty night
Getting drunk off letters
What a stupid sight
Become one with the dreams of visual language
Wrought in a place of oral languish
Between a piece of morality
I'm set in my ways
It's become a stranger to me to see the ways
I'm a fool to think one can change a street sign
The vermin is lost in a celly
Peace comes through a green light
Variable upon those that care
A variable upon those that spare