BLULITER LackofMorality
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 15, 2002
- Messages
- 133
Histrion dandy.... with a voix de ville...
with a mystic cynide logged in his larynx
left just another celluloid with cellulite
grab you guns and glocks....take aim at his face
and end this mute rendering intermezzo
the Chorus has been digitalized and its echoing
dizzing as Dada...sudden pale and clam as a reflux is refrained
as the ether is crashed, tv is ruined, and fashion is maintained
once held captive inside of an mind so open the brain has fallen out
now a child tantrum..stomp the stairs and slam the door
contemplate and sip the shooter.... the burn of absinthe
a serraph with scabbed wings...reverting back into a worm
a fermented solution to keep conscious in a waking nightmare
that never fucking ends
goodbye sunshine... sick of crawling
so i'm lifting my skirt, taking off my top hat, laying aside my cain
this ape child of god and big bangs.. i lay in moral decay
just awaiting the falling throughout my life..
that is just a sitcom commercial for the apocalypse
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damn your androgygny
need to escape gender-fuckery nemesis
women with a urinal
and men wiping front to back..
halequins and charlatans
of a Holy Hollywood spread
through an era of HIV spreading divorce
just a search for attention
little weakling apes..or are you post human
either barbaric or hard wired
consider myself natured as i should be
and i can't be you, i am not mechanical
and i am more than an animal
with a mystic cynide logged in his larynx
left just another celluloid with cellulite
grab you guns and glocks....take aim at his face
and end this mute rendering intermezzo
the Chorus has been digitalized and its echoing
dizzing as Dada...sudden pale and clam as a reflux is refrained
as the ether is crashed, tv is ruined, and fashion is maintained
once held captive inside of an mind so open the brain has fallen out
now a child tantrum..stomp the stairs and slam the door
contemplate and sip the shooter.... the burn of absinthe
a serraph with scabbed wings...reverting back into a worm
a fermented solution to keep conscious in a waking nightmare
that never fucking ends
goodbye sunshine... sick of crawling
so i'm lifting my skirt, taking off my top hat, laying aside my cain
this ape child of god and big bangs.. i lay in moral decay
just awaiting the falling throughout my life..
that is just a sitcom commercial for the apocalypse
------------------------------------
damn your androgygny
need to escape gender-fuckery nemesis
women with a urinal
and men wiping front to back..
halequins and charlatans
of a Holy Hollywood spread
through an era of HIV spreading divorce
just a search for attention
little weakling apes..or are you post human
either barbaric or hard wired
consider myself natured as i should be
and i can't be you, i am not mechanical
and i am more than an animal
