Sad Sad Monster. those horns up. Burn the roads. Find your way out. Troubled love life... the gift of yourself... to the
"Ground control to soul, Ground to lost soul. If you copy... in lost soul. Come in soul. We contact."(- Josh Brown) Mission. We lost contact.
Don't these dead streets back you bad corners? Curbs crumble you sit your ass on em. Parking overdue. Violation goes unnoticed. Out of all of those who to travel off road... you've come the closest. So I grant you toast: To all of those who showed and never made one that broke. I salute you. I never meant to you, But I know this road go where it used to. got a map that looks a lot like your veiny arms. It aint to scale, but it details the name of this song.And this one is "Cancelled Flight Blues" A Manipulative twist I think that Manson used. But poor musicians a dime a dozen. And you're the egg man, a flash in the pan, and your is running. Who that hard outer covering? Some chick in mix you couldn't level with, headless horsemen? the suffering... go the direction... following air currents, but it was my drift you supposed to be catching. nets collect dust in stagnant water. I haven't heard back from you the gag order. Pussycat got your it up up up up up up up (end communication)
Bad, bad actor. Flip script now. Read these cue cards. Find way out. Casting call girl...give the of yourself... to the dark.
You're a ball who moves on the whim of the wind. Confused flexible for freedom. If the walls you bouncing off of are closing in, theres only so time before your rhythm gets broken I could hear it speeding up before we signal. It caused a ripple effect. on the radar would intersect. Now your are off limits; I can't hold hand longer than your attention span. The two way we are supposed to meet on is just a one-way dead end. You're of my best friends send. Where are the donuts you've been lost inside? Tow trucks you've been to ride? Hold ups at the border line? Customs will costumes. Eat my dust and get exhausted, fed by car fumes. I afford a duty tax so expensive. off your head trip and visit where your old friends live. sensitive...like the time...critical. You swore to God on a lie and die...you're invincible. Kiss the pavement...make love while spin. Be careful when the sex parade comes a marchin'. They've got body condoms to carry you off in. I wish I told you while we were still talking.