Da Soul

Art is a fickle fiend,

she rumbles and tumbles down…,

a whirlwind of forgotten dreams,

a staircase of lost and found,

hmmm, I wonder - me…,

the wanderer (scapegoat),

and some crumbles of foreign…,

just a touch, a small, small,

now it calls as a fish to the land,

mouth open/close…, fiery chasm,

Da Soul,

and a little bit of that sweet,

sweet pain relief…,

down the drain, (water) -

splish-splash,

and a few musky n cute…,

gentlemen, maybe,

and, and, and away we go,

they were angels from there…,

from then,

a sweet, mmm,

so sweet pain relief.