Mostslepton
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jun 23, 2007
- Messages
- 198
tell me what kind of food you like,
I'll utilize this cash tonight
you see I'm in the mood to write,
not lose the prize or act uptight
this is no "wake me up in two to five,
I'll tap it twice"
and certainly your boobs are nice,
your ass is tight
but my ambition's for your spirit and I'd sacrifice
other devotions and attract a suicidal appetite
to asphyxiate egocentric idiocies,
truth is vital; acting nice
will come as second hand nature
without ever blowing smoke
rather do that than any longer feign interest
youth my idol, hack and slice
my heart, well then I use my eyeballs
passion strikes
can't confide in the grey matter this is all blood
a call for action.. lights
camera can't capture ya or your unnerving beauty
energy around my brain debates and envelopes it
an irrelevant matrix
while this swelling here creates and developes this
spell of impatience
a serenade to serve the sentences and sentiments
from another specimen I'm intimate and sentient
indiscriminate, its imminent I'm different
from the rest of them, claiming to be gentlemen
but if you'de only give me a chance
you'de see I'm better than
even myself at this
my clear communication and comunion
are my selfless gifts
lack of common sense made up for by confidense
and consequence, never connected to incompetence
you simplify my complexes
and you dignify my compassion
I've seen you before, you've 'left' again
when you emerge, then I'll tell you you're 'right'
I'll utilize this cash tonight
you see I'm in the mood to write,
not lose the prize or act uptight
this is no "wake me up in two to five,
I'll tap it twice"
and certainly your boobs are nice,
your ass is tight
but my ambition's for your spirit and I'd sacrifice
other devotions and attract a suicidal appetite
to asphyxiate egocentric idiocies,
truth is vital; acting nice
will come as second hand nature
without ever blowing smoke
rather do that than any longer feign interest
youth my idol, hack and slice
my heart, well then I use my eyeballs
passion strikes
can't confide in the grey matter this is all blood
a call for action.. lights
camera can't capture ya or your unnerving beauty
energy around my brain debates and envelopes it
an irrelevant matrix
while this swelling here creates and developes this
spell of impatience
a serenade to serve the sentences and sentiments
from another specimen I'm intimate and sentient
indiscriminate, its imminent I'm different
from the rest of them, claiming to be gentlemen
but if you'de only give me a chance
you'de see I'm better than
even myself at this
my clear communication and comunion
are my selfless gifts
lack of common sense made up for by confidense
and consequence, never connected to incompetence
you simplify my complexes
and you dignify my compassion
I've seen you before, you've 'left' again
when you emerge, then I'll tell you you're 'right'
