The Thom The Thim - Ode to the Kitchen Sink (Garbage Disposal Mix) (Radio Edit)

Atop of the cardiac beat
Burning sensation zooms
Hand on heart
Darkness looms
Discomfort grows
Fear sets in
Heart goes wild
Time stood still
I take a deep deep breathe
Down the nostril
Into the flaring throat
Pushing, shoving, to break free
Dead hard cold
This very life often calls out to me
That I outta be joyous and free
Uphill battle is to be beckoned with
Point of no return is guaranteed
I feel the ills
I feel the chills
I feel I feel the weight of the world on me
Insecure Incomplete
I wonder often
What the fuck is wrong with me?
World War Three is on standby mode
The thoughts, the dramas are always available
I blame I loathe
I like judging me, them those
But deep inside
I know
I broke free
I stayed free
But the crippling sensation
Still haunts me
In the name of future, past and psycho babbles
I again find myself returned to the land of Sorrow
Even spitting these rhymes
My head ponders
First world vents or just masturbate dramas
Supposedly just a short film
But Die Hard habit
Is to make a Gone with the Wind
With plot twists, rehearsed scripts from cortex pre-frontal
The inner dialogue is
Making me scream!
Basically
Every day a battle
And every moment, second
Could be a struggle
Being lacked is always the place I start with
Filling all the mental gaps with all the garbage
The garbage
The disposal
The sink of the kitchen
How did I go from zeros to appliance utensils?
But deep inside
I think
I know
It's the ache of the heart that was kept at bay
Avoiding suffering in all conceivable ways
What goes up Must come down
Life, death, high, low
Round and round
Resolution is to accept all biochemical paths
Knowing that pain and glory always toys with the heart
I breathe
I breathe
And I breathe again
Inhale, exhale
Till the end
I breathe in love
I let out fear
Lengthen
Strengthen
Longingly

Written by:
Thom Thim

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