Check this pose, yeah I'll try to feel comfortable,. Like a glass bottle cutting through my eye 1, 2!. With an eye patch, you can rread every gesture,.
Take this motherfuckin' crate and make a stand!. Now fall down and brake your hand,. It feels great to be the man,. What the fuck was that?. Ohh snap!.
If I felt cynicism, I'd wrap it in a blanket of discontentment, Fuck that!,. I feel beter knowing that I decided not to,. When you were looking 'round, you veered to the right,.
Intermission, enter dangerous territory,. We're ignoring everywhere you've been before and. Sit and listen when you thought you had a reason,. Check the water when you wonder where your kids are swimming..
Look up to the sky. See the stars there, shining bright. Are they the aim. The aim we should all reach for. That launch us into space. But who thinks of the earth.
It's easier to get boys than girls,. Take it from me I'm effeminate,. It's easier to get boys than girls,. 'Cause faggy boys don't get them wet,. Well AHHHHH! How frustrating!.
We go around the world and we do what must be done,. It's a top secret mission and our enemies are wishin' that they had a bigger gun..
He stands at the abyss. And looks into the depth. Whispers in his brain want him. To make the final step. He sees his whole past life now. Passing in front of his eyes.
In the last time occurences guided me. To the land where the lie lives. It's sovereigns have to humbug us. In such a way that all men's thinking's growing stiff.
The alarm clock rings, I open my eyes. And watch the yellowed white of my room's ceiling. The dull light of the dawn falls through my window. Raindrops are hitting the ground.
I am walking through the streets. Of my old town. Looking back on the days. Of my youth. There are factories in the fields. Where we used to play. Clouds of smoke hang in the sky.
Nowadays the essential crimes of blue. Take place behind closed black doors. Unrevealed, at green tables discussed. To paint over the grey with colors.
Revengeful corpse out to kill. Smell the stench, your guts will spill. Vomit for a mind, maggots for a cock. With his axe the corpse will chop. . Stare into his eyes.
they're Bureaucrazy. dumb bitch at 16. nows she's having a baby. guess she's been listening to too much slim shady. you know!. trapped a bitch ass nigga for his bureau.
In the dark of night. Abusing a portion of light. While others are sleeping. And some are escaping. A serpent spews out fantasy. Unjustified blasphemy.