Tuesday, August 11, 2009

pave this road

One minute, Two. Too many mistakes to compensate. Sixty seconds pass but I'm stuck in the past; can't move forward. Come on, increase speed. I'm tryin' but everything is moving slow motion for me. Time can't cure this. Time is a damn disease, now. I'll Backtrack down tobacco road to only one solution: hopelessly incentively submissive. Situation's gone too calloused; I'm trying to alleviate, but it looks like I'm restricted. I'll sacrifice my memories like Christ sacrificed his life. Protect me; diminish my pain. I'll be resurrected again.
Dig it.

"They askin' me if I'll be back when I'm old.
In fact, no. These are my last tracks along tobacco road."

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