Check.. Check it out..

I've been going in and out... don't know which way is down, and which way is up.. something be bugging me in my skull, if it isn't there, then what the fuck is makin all that noise? crawling like a spider in my veins i hear a pulse, the spider has been living off my brain and off my thoughts.. kill the mother fucker, who steals the game away.... no one will be missing him, on this final day... cars pull up, and now he's gone, the people crowd, both big and small.. to mourn the man who never was... a failure, a writer, a loser with no cause