The Ritualistic Muses That Sing Like Sirens (Woop Woop)

[Mr. J]

Could you imagine the tenacity of love, actually.
could you picture the gravity brought up. gradually.
the script hits the ground, the curtains rise & masks fall
flowers fall from the sky, applause. like rain to asphalt..
thats all, another chance gone, but the show continues
candle lit, caviar, wine glasses & closed menus..
arose into..soul calibur, enthralling minds, jiu jitsu
her hands were both manicured holding two pistols..
lips that flutter like butterflies on a spring afternoon
there are riches beyond the walls inside the castles tomb.
hell is an unexpected journey, one that I had with you..
so who do I answer to? its only a fantasy I have with you
one I have a chemical reaction to, or..chemical imbalance
maybe that's why we keep rolling on this asymmetrical axis
spinning backwards, trapped in our own little web of lies
maybe thats why I stay anesthetized spraying pesticides
like 'bitch don't bug me, can't you see I'm best kept alive'
with a swag that burns like saturday night fever..
stayin' alive..































why not zoidberg?