Whitevan - ohGr

Just around 5 o'clock
Cars are screaming around the block
The boy is scared and looking around
He's feeling a little bit anxious
I think he's searching for his mother
What did your find
Auh
White van
Facing this prospect I set out for today's
Over introspection I feast upon decay
Around me is misfortune my avenue all spade
Digging all the so called out diggers
Digging his own grave
Meet me mr
Indecision watch his machine cave
End up on itself and watch one debit I win and mince our way
The seats are best from over there out behind the shade
My diggers in their dirty coats their attitudes of spades
Passing the inspection
No
Now this is everyday
Special forces special boots
The stock mark comes to pay
Fancy men so over suited for the bible days
Keep the prince in timely tints
Ring out the barren child at play
Christen me disaster
At least that's what I say
Into which the thing determines which rate he decays
Keeping loads of sunshine I love the job I play
Digging out this whole s**tty world digging it today
White world
Whitevan
Fight the world
Good afternoon
What else did you find
It's not color blind
Feel indication my vindication
To know nothing exists
Opens all to what and if
Portions of my emptiness
Sitting by the open door
Looking up to take it out
Settle in to catch a show
Readred situation dead indication
Feels like a clock I ate
Ticking in this toxic state
Ready for an occupant
Suck it to sniff the paint
Sniffing up the weakest link
Rising from the righteous stink
See simulation speak
To take a piece of me
Hold onto walls of life
Pull the chain
When burning bright
In a copter raise the rope
Firmly placed around my throat
Aging worm at sanding counters
Slipping through my finger burn
Each a seclusion my own intrusion
Upon my waking state
Each of us must face their fate
Rolling we can grow some more
Broken body pray on more
Pulling through to face a fraud
Pushing back to push some more