the words float by to the tick tick tick of the paper- edging/sneaking off the printer
what is this thing I heard, a melodic accident trapped inside our ventricals
maybe our heads don't know what was written, my guts think it's not so true anyway
this tearing agitation burns, creatures bursting from our chests
all we are is black on white and white on black afterall. a vague theory caused by the universe in states of denial
does it really matter what was written? we're just thousands of bones and minds sinking into the grass, eaten by worms and falling from clouds touching our new feet to the ground
tapdancing skeleton puppetshows and fog machines
whoever thought this died immediately afterward and was born new. fetuscide for the masses.
hopefully God doens't get wise on this, He hates having to explain things every time.
feed me to the sheep, throw me to the starving psychotic milkmen
pour the silver from the spoon and we'll dance like cripples
the wheelchair tango, hopscotch with a peg leg and a bag of cow shit
snort the flower pedals and crash in the grassy field for days
let me hear it, you autistic fuck, falling in-in- you hope.
I wish you wish upon it, I hope you hope for it
it's what I'm putting down with old hands
these are my stakes- ghost towns and walking death
you can use it when I'm done, just rinse it off first
just give me the wheel, I know what to do with it
just take a seat, let the candlelight tiptoe on your face
what is this thing I heard, a melodic accident trapped inside our ventricals
maybe our heads don't know what was written, my guts think it's not so true anyway
this tearing agitation burns, creatures bursting from our chests
all we are is black on white and white on black afterall. a vague theory caused by the universe in states of denial
does it really matter what was written? we're just thousands of bones and minds sinking into the grass, eaten by worms and falling from clouds touching our new feet to the ground
tapdancing skeleton puppetshows and fog machines
whoever thought this died immediately afterward and was born new. fetuscide for the masses.
hopefully God doens't get wise on this, He hates having to explain things every time.
feed me to the sheep, throw me to the starving psychotic milkmen
pour the silver from the spoon and we'll dance like cripples
the wheelchair tango, hopscotch with a peg leg and a bag of cow shit
snort the flower pedals and crash in the grassy field for days
let me hear it, you autistic fuck, falling in-in- you hope.
I wish you wish upon it, I hope you hope for it
it's what I'm putting down with old hands
these are my stakes- ghost towns and walking death
you can use it when I'm done, just rinse it off first
just give me the wheel, I know what to do with it
just take a seat, let the candlelight tiptoe on your face
