Brushed

Barell, Click, Clack, Crack.
Frizzled thoughts from a thick trunck cracked bat.

Smoke, the seed oil...
Black Sludge from the slow seed soil.
Cracked Floor, the old homeless royal,
Suffer Silence... We know the greeds loyal.

Crashed, cracked clavical,
Show me a dream of me thats not cult classical.
Bitter plastic, paper thats prismatic,
Auto-erotic, your brains just tuned to static.