Life sucks: movement two

The danger is obviously you.

You’re like an avalanche.

I swim in the sky to get away from you

Your smell reminds me of getting hit by rocks.

The sudden bird of death

(The bane of all things) will take us

And steal us

Away to hell

For satan

Snow capped mountains

Like we are living in the valleys of Colorado

Let’s buy (cold) matches

To hope to stay warm and happy.

But we don’t go to hell

We will go to heaven with the rest of the wicked.

Where we will stay in paradise with saints.

In a place where you see the light.

To touch the cloud beneath you,

To hear the prayers come from below.

The cloud can not tell you what is right and what is wrong.

Right is the difference between happiness and validation,

Wrong is the distance between true beauty and kindness.

Things are this way because you don’t tell them the truth.

It’s hot up here

In the snow capped mountains,

With the saints,

And the wicked.