Lungs and Eyes

With my lungs and eyes I can breathe out the cries.
Suffocate the blind so the breathing dies.
Breathe out, rewind, to inhale the lies.
To choke the skin now dressed with flies.

Let out the sighs to relieve the dead.
While ghosts and lights shine bloody red.
And theres no surprise that its all in your head.
Because every sick prick loves to fist fuck the dead.

Lye on the bed with a brain that sees...
A carpenter begging and crying on his knees.
And the shit has spread into a disease.
While the living are panicking, digging for the keys.

The joke and the tease, form into a hurt.
Poke at him, poke at him! the silly pervert.
Dirty hair and flees, with a crippling please...
I'll put my dirty fingers up into your skirt.

Talking clean yet feeling dirt, procrastination, delays.
Am I really this disgusting? an angel and a daze.
Although I am alert of knowing how much it pays.
I'm still so god damned lost inside this stupid maze.

Like a mirror I see me, a copy-cat of dog.
Following the leader, in the dead-pan fog.
Wet by the trek, of struggling through the bog.
So with my eyes and lungs, I scream that, "I AM GOD!"