We live in troubled waters in this proven striken life
We feast on counter clockwise portions of flesh
Openly and often with successfulness
Devouring the whole bowl and leaving nothing behind
No bodies found on this planet
Aliens are forming green layers of fungus
What type of aliens?
The one's that live here on planet Earth
I'm headed to Mars, boo
I'm hennessy tipping
Please stop tripping
You're wig aint on to tight
You better relate on the light
The sun beams down its precious light
Reminding me, that each day is a new opportunity or threat
Depending on which mind frame you at
Some find joy in the morning
Others find peace at night
I just wanna take flight
Arriving on a one way passage to the glory land
Where?
Over yonder, with the other so called couragious cats
My tires are flat
My breathe held intact
All, along I'm straight
Its the Red, White, and Blue
Best be you