Such a lonely cliff I'm jumping.
Out of my body, clothes just drop on concrete.
My dust blows in your eyes.
Love-scope when you're dry
These origami clouds fold at random
Whilst chain smoking I pray oceans, hoping I don't get cancer
But I might secretly want it
Who knows? You don't.. Know what it means to be haunted
Fevers are spotish. They come & go
Like you're on a bench, people watching.. Just a summer stroll
Did a lot of moly, probably gave this drum it's roll
It's rancid. Feel like Manson, nothing heals, nothing grows
But I'm comfortable, and that's all that counts, right?
Happy mind, happy people. G, that sounds nice
I'm wound tight. Fuck comfort. This tesla live look
Filling cracks. Turning open hearts to petrified wood
I heard the devil writes good. Which is odd as hell
Sounds backwards. Like insides are skin, with a water shell
Diode has an ugly wife who's lobster smells
Where ever she walks, just a bunch of fat flies are circling
Heard she's a thot, fucking a ton of black guys in her purple jeep
Diode thinks she's loyal little worker bee
Lols, dumb ass, dude must be on mercury
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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