I am today, yelling instructions to tomorrow Begging its forgiveness for what ah I do now Because these days are all dogs, distracted by their assholes The smell of rotting carcasses, warmed by the sun Half covered in snow but the parts left exposed Smell so delectable
I am tonight and the morning of tomorrow Doing penance for last week, for the chances left untaken and The things we didn't do, because, ah, safety is poison And we now have no regrets, without regrets we have no progress I'd rather have had syphilis and gout Than leave you suffering an incensated out
I am the last day of your life, lived beyond all expectation My wives and concubines are all fecund and pulchritudinous And I hope that that's correct, the way I used pulchritudinous I pity all the dead, who are not here to witness The omniscious creases, sweet baby Jesus If I can't take it with me, I'll have it all now
I am the rattle, here trapping you to death Unlucky you were cursed to have been born here first Between us and our desires, shitty trinkets and diversions That barely make it worth Crushing the life out of your chest, being frank I almost didn't nearly Stay home watching baseball - at the last minute decidedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
