Sitting alone now in an empty house more full of memories than accessories
Left alone to clean this old abode we called a home
More holes in the wall than a dartboard would allow, shit
Hope the landlord likes board sports
Filling the silence with playlists and heavy dub
A void now unavoidable, I create the need for more audible situations
longboarding solo, Sahali is my bitch now
It's loose gravel and sand patches which create road rash and fast crashes
All is well in this empty house, two days left
Awaiting the zombie apocalypse, left out mini swords and a knife collection
To slice and dice any opposition
For now it's just words and typing, verbal slaying
Emcee destruction without a real function, just frustration
From whence have we come and where shall we go
But fuck it, let the beat drop
Dancing like no one is watching, because fuck you, no one is
This is how life currently is
Pure bliss, people to miss, no lips to kiss, just lyrics to dismiss
Back to scrubbing, fuck
