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Verse 1
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
Interlude 1
womb occupant
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Verse 2
rats who never
suckled oxygen purification
Sure it's blurry may have had them
speeennnd breeezzzzze
Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for
Sputtering bum numb
enough to stomach the city
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
to mute the mess
balance I shove in the button
Strutting to exhibit mankind's
hostility function
With a, ppppppppp paling
Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence
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
mixes hex my fertile crescent
head above red tide despair
So every second the
discontent's locked accordingly
And pray for the day a star
child tugs the ribbon
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
now is you is or is you ain't compatible
plus hyper clutch
Crush one's ginger bread
tenement awful,
It's like the date of Grado
Methasawmill
A lifeline of spectacular ex
At the hand of what man's hand jokes
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
on the brink of disease
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
accomplish something
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
Verse 3
what about God?
[Oh God, well he's the man,
What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention,
[Television hurts my brain,
I hate walking, it's boring,
how about some old fashioned gone fishin'
lets dance]
[Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma
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 4
out of order in
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
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
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
my nights practically soaked
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
simply refused to melt
Skull of a thousand dilapidated
dream remnants
Here to convict based on
a tin bucket of evidence
Outro 1
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