Discipline & Punish

To every ego there comes a hit

and it’s a choice as to whether to spread some shit.

Life’s kind of simple: all it does is go on.

Bullshit is not ours to pawn.

To survive the prisons and the inevitable hells

our brain gives us stories to tell ourselves.

You sold our memories and accompanying regrets

for a ten-dollar pack of cigarettes.

But I got judged and thrown behind bars

Very well. I’ll serve, but you won’t be far

so I suggest you do an edit of you and me

aw come on, do an edit, and set us both free.

I’m warning you, this life is long

and only fools are never wrong.

Any chance of owning UP?

It’s called “higher road“ for a reason.

I‘m tired of walking it alone through a drowning season.

You‘re free to go as you always were.

Dare to rescue another from the house of mirrors.