Lungs

i can see the poison
it's coming thorough my window
it's coursing through my veins
settling in my marrow
it's hanging over my head
working at cancer alley
but dad's gotta eat
dad's gotta live
and we'll follow in his footsteps
mind's blank
toungue's dry
sleep's gone
feeling fucked up
when i am not
and feeling fine when i am
there's a lot we've been meaning to say
but we're different people everyday
our battle is different
it's in our minds
and only visible in the dark
but where are our minds
the pages are filled
with filth and pollution
the pages are filled
with sleepless nights
there's no such thing as paranoia
our book is more
than just tall tales.