linggo tapos rural

waking up on a sunday afternoon
how lucky you are..
after everything else falls out
and everywhere we've been
(including me, myself and i)

some memories falter with tidbits of idioms and lies
and so they say
but its all true
fuck sobriety
for this one night showcased
will you be truly born again

too much cigarettes
too much weed
but there you really think
that you woke up after the catharsis

sometimes what you breathe
gets you high as it is
after seeing the stars on a post-drunk state
behind a moving car at 80/kph

and then..
the agony never seems to be over
as you realize you're broke again.
"bitter" seems really spelled "better"
the hangover is such an inspiration

and i'll take it
because the man next to me bleeding
is escaping the rain of bullets instead


"sun of nothing" is a name taken from the song by electric wizard
from the album "come my fanatics".
this post is inspired from morrisey's lyrics "everyday is like sunday"
and phil anselmo's lyrics "hard lines, sunken cheeks"