Thou indeed onto the forbidden channel And see it like it is
You be a champion Never on me Deceit, deceit,
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Yo, I was thinking about my sick Stringing a ring my wits end 13 loops later his feet inches out the pig pen Motley day brought him pillage to pass the stillness
With bad tip dipped inside, barreled, black magic brilliance Who rose at the tomb of the 'Unknown To capture the fascist choreographed In traffic for nickels
Looked like cells to the principles of pi rotary One hope distortion sputters itself To my how not sample Give me the bread while considering the littering
I dont pity the rush or the whimpering, spill Anchor to rock bottom, bottom packs a ravenous catalyst Sprung arachnid, leashed by the tyrant I choked when the bird sings it stings
Springs me out delirium to them clipped wings I sink instinctively while they're clinging the shrieking souls the death of fallen ideologues to quality control Quality control, stand still up the banner
From the to the anthill, rag dummy Incorporate the of Vikings ship throwers plus the perfection Of the twice to with half the stone throwers your assessments
My communicative hindrance the needs Of a billion victims gripped by the hell Thats slipped to and got Shivving up the mass of natives and its marvels
One components sure to shock a mass burial, Broken penny bank fragments float up at seas Dirty plus applicants with chatter box disease Iron bandit, them the stars, the head balloons and rubies Asked for many and I cant stand it any more
This is how I feel that I And the regulars so amazed
I'm the mightiest slinger of all There is a time for war and a for peace And a time to run and a time to
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I dont run a funny race, monarchs and loopy admirals Where 99.9 per swear by their broken axles I built boats of a pack rat bats of club swung Post utility inhalants nail it to and sail it
Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift Patching with chewing gum and stitching sail to thirsty faces Observe me sitting with my tied to the clock Cause I that once that wind kicks up you
And motors left roped to the dock And its the, art of clarity married to extension Of blue sky of a neighborhood String on my ring has me dancing
Like dummies in a paper nature Merry etiquette's a nail, friends is little brittle dolls of paper In assembly, I tremble with a smile Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon
Now if I, to, hold to speed To levigate the game plan, would you impede I I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest And my chemical imbalance for the fact Ive made a mess
But my supply hints on which [unverified] I should run with And Im thinking that damn town priors about to this here bucket Its that, grand precious that precious part of you wants to touch And of you just wants to sit and be impressed with
Tainted agony induct in attachments Mood swinging upon the to perpendicular traffic Spread, circle 4,000 you burn to cater wings Above Townsman spoon-fed the shadow
Im tired of wired into the thief ratio Its a hole through my scheme so I leave (Know I mean?)
It is the Molotov hour I not brought you blessings without number?
They have of nothing And nothing is for them Yeah, never had it so good
Getting dusty in the Getting in the cellar dusty in the cellar