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 metenance of icicle spirit by
the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be a luxury
I'm a soubrette columnist
fathering doom document
Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary
[Verse One] I know swamp
rats who never
suckled oxygen purification
Sure it's blurry may have 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
with a hill's crest pan out?
On the candy coated crab apples,
sugar dipped deadpan outs
I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest
Defeat a needle into battling
to mute the mess
With patience galas with absentee
balance I shove in the button
Strutting to exhibit mankind's
hostility function
With a, ppppppppp paling
in comparison a methias Goliath
Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence
I top and ate my nameless square
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
Nurse me through the time stick and stone
mixes hex 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 shut up affection
a berserk glory condition
And pray for the day a star
child tugs the ribbon
Meddle in a two- hand grip when that spoon
full of sugar medical chaser
Credible crasser antidote's terrible
taste the
Water with a stolen soul pen left
picture mad rhythm pinned
Never set a grin and fly health
Consider me a mobile advertisement
for that hybrid plan of fabrics
I deemed practical,
now is you is or is you ain't compatible
I feel a wind in my opinions
plus hyper clutch
Crush one's ginger bread
tenement awful,
It's like the date of Grado
Methasawmill
A lifeline of spectacular ex
pansion leaves the reaper
At the hand of what man's hand jokes
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- 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
soaking in treatment
Sit and watch the percentages
teeter on the evening
On a ghost up in a fuse a lot second
before the cock dropped
In the Styx and stared him
down until he fixed it
Fashion, it's cool and all but
what about God?
[Oh God, well he's the man,
but what about reading?]
What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention,
what about television?
[Television hurts my brain,
how about walking in the rain?]
I hate walking, it's boring,
how about some old fashioned gone fishin'
[Yeah, fishing's great but I can't stand hooking the bait,
lets dance]
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
[Naw, lets scare a pupil once a year
just to shake the academy]
Casually note the blossom of phantom
alignment strategy
[Verse Two] I'll make the waterfall
out of order in
autumn saw the quarter
When the gods mimic the vintage
knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance
with a most cohesive spirit
Clattering the yesterday
ain't shed a tear since
Hear me, wrote the Old Yeller
community cartoon
The carousel balloon 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 rest in my talisman
branded up in the jackals skin
One must pardon yee old
common street detour
Weaving graceful through the
prom directed column
Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom
Bean stalk where the fiend
walk and my name is mud
But that's got a ring to it so my
swill welcomes the flood
I walk through God's practical joke
on man practically broke
And if they raise my rent again I'll spend
my nights practically soaked
Who spits silk dimensions with
a noose looped by the raft?
After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1,
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 eye krulin, 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
