Paying for It

Transmission heads out west
over the ocean, over the wrist
taste the peach
smell your scent
it's the ultimate unrest
steady are the hands upon your thighs
don't mind the clammy sweat
i get nervous around people in general
it's hard to shake hands with god
when you don't know what you have a firm grip on
don't run around here kid
slippery when wet
bust your head and beat your chest
speak to the air and walls
sometimes it's all you got
stare into the dying sun
a bastard son
bury your possessions
and chill out for just
just
just a second.