BOLO SANTOSI - DEATH RATTLE
Channel: Faded Pinklit Spliff
Date: 2013-12-05

HIDE. FUR. HUSK. PARCHMENT.
PEEL. PELT. RIND. DERMA.
SHELL. SHUCK. SHEATH. SURFACE.
TEAR A WAY, TAKE MY
SKIN FROM ME, DON'T LEAVE
ONE DAMN THING, JUST A 
SKELETON
WITH NO DIGNITY, 

I AM
BLEACHED WHITE
BONE DRY
VOID OF EMOTION

VOID OF FEELING.
DEATH RATTLING.

I shook hands.
With the governor of soil and sand.
To strengthen this camaraderie
the smoke will fill the sovereignty
Priority will empty me
these thoughts i will eradicate.
I shook hands
with the president again, and said:
"You will not gain control of me,
your grip won't get the best of me.
Revisiting to drop this vice
SO WHEN YOU DIE, I'LL FUCKING FEEL ALRIGHT."

SHORT OF BONES INSIDE YOUR HANDS
ELASTIC GRIP, THE TENDONS LABOR
CENTERFOLDS OF CARTILAGE 
THE SKIN IS FALLING OFF YOUR FINGERS
SHORT OF BONES INSIDE YOUR HANDS
ELASTIC GRIP, THE TENDONS LABOR
CENTERFOLDS OF CARTILAGE 
YOUR LIMBS ARE JUST A WORTHLESS FEATURE

VOID OF FEELING. DEATH RATTLING.