I'm twice born, once and seven something Once is the resurrection of honorable function Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture The maintenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment Was, is, and forever will be a luxury I'm a SOVEREIGNTY columnist fathering doom document Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant
[Verse One] I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification Sure AS blurry had them speeennnd breeezzzzze Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows WHERE THE hill's crest pan out? On the candy-coated crab apples, sugar-dipped deadpan outs I got a plan, I'll tourniquet my quest THEN FEED a needle into battling to mute the mess WHEN patience galas with absentee BALLOTS I shove in the button Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility function With a heave, paling in comparison a Mathias Goliath Live to rickety frame in a wicked silence I top and ate my nameless CREATOR then I bumped eyelids With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend Nursed me through the time stick and stone mixes hexed my fertile crescent Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly So every second the discontent's locked accordingly Let's turn mummy's, SHOW THE PERFECTION OF PERSERVED glory condition And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon BETTER LAND A two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser Credible CRAVES HER antidote's terrible taste HER BOUGHT HER WITH A stolen soul PEDDLER PIGEON BACK FEATHER pen Never SAID a grin IMPLIED health Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plant of fabrics I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible? I feel THE wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch TO Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful, It's like the DAY THE GREAT OAK MET THE SAWMILL A lifeline of spectacular expansion MEETS the reaper At the hand of ONE mans TANTRUMS My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and laugh I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half Ch-ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush And felt as if I'd actually accomplish something Fortify the bullies of the jokes soak in treatment Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening BROUGHT A GHOST up in THE FUSELAGE A second before the COG dropped TO the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it
OH, Fashion, it's cool and all but what about God? [Oh God, well he's the man, but I MEAN what about reading?] What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, HOW about television? [Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?] OOH, I hate walking, it's boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin' [Yeah, fishing's great but JUST HATE hooking the bait, lets dance] NAH, I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast? [Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money] Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals] Let's sell lemonade [Let's drink] Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink [NAH, lets FAIL a pupil once a year AT RANDOM to shake the academy] Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy
[Verse Two] I'll make the water fall out of order in autumn SORTA CAUGHT'EM When their GUARDS mimicked the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit CRIED A RIVER yesterday, ain't shed a tear since GIMME GIMME, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon The carousel ballooned extravagant aware, inviting it I'm swore to Adam and matter and saddling Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping My index fingers DRESSED in my talisman branded up in the jackal's skin (I SPY MARKET THE PRODUCT) One must pardon ye old common SHEEP detour Weaving graceful through the PRIME DIRECTIVE column Greater virus retreats to ALLOTED vellum Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud But that's got a ring to it so my SQUEAL welcomes the flood I walk THIS God's practical joke ONE man practically broke And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my nights practically soaked Who spits silk dimensions THROUGH THE noose looped by the raft? 'CAUSE After lack of reasoning DEAD'EM (IT'S LIKE 3, 2, 1, BEDLAM) Oooh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in hell I'll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt Sturdy IRON GRILLAGE, tin can skeleton, Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well Pleasant peasant (pleasant peasant) dream well Every blessed presence is tryin' to dream well (Oh professor) Pleasant peasant (pleasant peasant) dream well Every blessed presence is tryin' to dream well (Oh professor) Pleasant peasant (pleasant peasant) dream well My blessed presence is tryin' to dream well (Oh professor) Pleasant peasant (pleasant peasant) dream well Every blessed presence is tryin' to dream well Oh professor...
(I see. It's sort of a simple concept, huh? Nah, it's one of those, like, easy-to-learn typical master's situations.
Ah, it's fucked up.)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
