“Like Walking Into A Beehive”

in this world of kill or be killed

codes for life are spilt & spilled

hearts turn frozen, chill to chilled

charles sees animals, overseer sees wills

choices of voices

electricity in our skulls

behind our eyeballs

listening to our souls

hemispheres push & pull, push & pull

i hate shootin’ ’em anyway

fuckin’ bloody furry messiness

pickin’ up brains

just spray paint them next time

split decisions

visions inner

golden at best

pouring into our heart

not located in our chest