Then we meet

Sound dense in a padded room,
Walkin stiff with a faded gloom
Roll a spliff talk to you soon,
Circle back into my moon,
Wash my cycle in overdrive rinse,
Talk my papal into sanctified sense,
Worry not in to the dark sound room,
Hurry what in the flower bloom,
The bee of sting comin round,
Bird of prey coming down,
Should wonder why how soon,
I drip in gold,
I shine amongst the mold,
Broken amongst he bones,
Protected by knowns,
Held in grace of lambs wool,
With out a doubt a fool,
So what you gonna do?
Come to me in silence of desperate heat,
Sound doubt my ears greet,
Churning churning churning,
Make more head creep,
Burning burning burning
Then we meet.......................................
FTBAS 4.16.12