whiplashing in sky
a quart of cheap ale
some stale weed
i have belongings
in all
pressured into
the small the small
the small

i battle
three am wind
yet free yet free
cage in sky
cage in sky
chained in

i eat coal
i drink tar
i smell smell smell
i walk in circles
circling circles
i am bone man
bone and bone
i eat my flesh
i eat flesh my
burning grapes

so the hole
in coffin hole
in hole in coffin
sweeping flesh ties
sweeping ties in

stones i have
each stone pressuring
the small small small

Makes me want to quit to man,wink, nice write,,,