Layne Staley, 2002
Around, at you, around again
A gaze, at how your world tilts
I take a look
I take a look
Observing inquisitively
the warm content they look at you in
Why do they not have a morsel of comprehension of what my eyes see?
The time it takes to real eyes..
Space Cowboy. Beauty in scars
Pouring lava-like gold into scars
pay the intention • pay attention
Pay the intention
Pay attention
We took hold of a seed
Buried our souls
Bonded like the Suffocated
Bonded as the ink carved half past skin
Grey couch, Cherry lava red
It would not be the first time,
I was watched while I bleed
Pay the intention.
Pay attention.
We kept Rooster by Alice screaming through the speakers
to drown out
the undisguised piercing echo of how
this will never work