Second record

A Poem by Hunter Zabbai

if i had to lose my mind
if i had to give up feelings
i would trade my soul
the way you do

you don't have to think
you only have to do it
the results are nearly perfect
but it's new news

oh can you hear me cry?
I am barely alive
like this fish out of water
on blotter
i can't feel
anything real
my entire life
erased in one night
built up inside you

if i actually lost my mind
and couldn't touch feelings
i would sell my sould
the way you do
i could be on auto-pilot
with a little bitta a-tune
i could live my life
and explain the blues

would you like to hear us yell?
pissed off as all hell?
for no goddamn reason?
in this cold season?
could we at least learn something?
instead of destroy everything?

deep inside us
a voice is trying to bust
foundation of trust
of our love over lust