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On the
Watchin' the rainbows peak, (thank you seat)
I mean, all the same to some
But that cityscape makes me
Walkin' the between firewater and water - I'll take the tap
and still manage to end up thirsty the day the nursery
In my hand I the plumage of a buzzard
for circlin' nutrition (seems barbaric)
I may have just saved your
There's an inborn tendancy me to grip that sickle
for the pirate tyrant feed on your precious little pixels
I interviewed the sun, he the future's lookin' bright
I interviewed the rain, he the sun's truly an asshole
I's supposed to the snow today but of course he flaked
So I let my frigid teeter and take his vacant place
We 3 from the same litter
Yet crafted by seperate scissors
I sloth from off the beaten splashed in the cretin blizzard
my time is herded towards little lost causes
Half my time is pluggin' these leaky faucets
An' I'm here to pose
I'm here to draw a fork in the and call it the diary of common sheep aspiring
Little starlet up the block got the right premise
But can't thread the needle without consultin' present.
Now I really know you (I don't)
But I dont' care (I don't)
Can't judge a man's dignity by the wattage in his
Maybe that deem's be vagabond you'd love to kill
But I really ain't got for the all the motherfucking guilt.

I'm gone tonight. You best I'm leavin'
Packing my belongings then off into the evening
I haven't exactly embraced by the populace
Set sail upon the 7 deadly of the annonamous
I'm gone. Best believe I'm
Packing my belongings then off into the evening
I'm diggin' a tunnel to where the sun never shine
I got my book, I got my dream, got myself and I'll be fine

(My time) is the day the day the earth stood still
(My time) is the day before the fired at will
(My time) is the day before the hunter made his
My time's the final mile before the meets the hill
And I'm an
Parked the farmers barter appetites
harrassment down to a mere flashing of badges
Prototypic landscapes chased every step of my well-oiled collective workforse with frozen festive. Wait.
about the captivated?
Well I am the product of skeleton dancers poised crooked amidst blue fields of firey bliss mixed
With disease applicant activist rattlers, fascinate child
Oh you're expecting slave smiles sticking the pin in limb and
God, if I could maintenance of fantasies I would
I'd place the button in the city square for everyone to
You see my responsibilties range across the board
And still I'd be a pen than a sword
I swim a cold lake, and make no I was not ready
All edgy and out of shape, made the look messy
(Sorry, well sorry) take it or leave it
Just let me know so I ain't forgiveness thoughout the evening.
locomotive with a whistle and caboose
Tryin'a pull my 'cross the map without a boost
Fragile in more then 10 yet sturdy bird construction
Hope the smoke stacks puff into the morn, dream

I'm gone tonight, you best I'm leavin'
my belongings then it's off into the evening
I'll knock upon every little door that comes
I'll sweep porch if you can spare a couple of breadcrumbs and a couch.
I'm gone, best believe I'm
Packing my then it's off into the evening
This in my sleep is getting old and older still
I think I can, I think I can, I I can,
I I will.