Cos I’m a million miles away, when you get this letter, the hopes and prays for betters days, the far aways, FORGET IT, we can drive around with the top down . A neon black future charging like a bull, with a funeral bouquet ready to explode, he was OGT back from ‘92. We were sellin’ out, layin’ down, sucking up to the man. Well now I’ve got some advice for you little buddy, before you point your finger you should know that I’m the man. I’m the man and he’s the man and you’re the man as well, and love bit you in the throat while you were staring at the sea.
I saw the sky split in two; one half jealous and one half cruel, the fields are day-glo under sobbing rainbows dragged through filthy thoughts, and I couldn’t see the love and affection, it was camouflaged as a jungle of erections. The ruiner’s a collector, he’s an infector, serving his shit to his flies, maybe there will a come a day those that you keep blind will suddenly realize, maybe it’s a part of me you took to a place I hoped it would never go, and maybe that fucked me up much more than you'll ever know. You had to covet what was mine, didn’t you, didn’t you?
But we only exist in this song, the thing is I’m not worth the sorrow, when we get there, we’re gonna fly so far away. Making sure to laugh while we experience anti-gravity, for years I’ve kept it to myself, we kept it safe and slow, the quiet things that no one ever knows. Wasting words on lowercases and capitals. So keep the blood in your head and keep your feet on the ground, he makes it up as it goes. When the light from the sun, or the story that never gets sold, is your mother. Distress call code-word is I wanna live, before I could ever let you go, gonna beg until I drive you mad. Oh how these moments fade away, you say you never loved me, paralyzed by the same old antics, how can a fist-fight be romantic? You mean more to me than you’ll ever know, you’re my girl and I think it’s a shame, just a mirror for the sun, these smiling eyes are just a mirror for SOMethIngLAckING.
Sitting here like a loaded gun waiting to go off, I’ve got nothing to do but shoot my mouth off. I’ve got problems of my own, they ain’t the kind that can be stopped with an atom bomb, I’ve always been mad, I know I’ve been mad. Breathe, breathe in the air, don’t be afraid to care, all you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be. Don’t bite the dust, can’t fight with us, with your sound you kill the hate, feel good, is everybody in?
Oh, team machine!
And if your night unplugs its life; digital sunrise! Digital sunset! Digital sunrise!
The world’s got no end, and it’s got no beginning, and you can’t blame the sky it collapsed ten times, oh and I laugh all the way to hell saying, “Yes this is a fine promotion.” We didn’t read the invite, we just laughed at our own wake. L'Via soñando de venganza, y yo te juro, lo van a pagar. When all the worms come crawling out your head telling you don’t be afraid, in her erasure sang the guilty, I’m so warm and calm inside, I no longer have to hide, let’s talk about someone else, and true it may seem like a stretch but it’s thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you’re away and I am missing you to death. And that, frankly will not fly, you will hear the shrillest highs and the lowest lows with the windows down when this is guiding you home, well show me the way to the next whiskey bar.
It comes down to this, your KISS, your FIST, and the strain it gets under my skin, within, taken, the extent of my SIN. You give me the anger, you give me the nerve, carry out my sentence, well I get what I deserve. I’m just an effigy to BE defaced to BE disgraced well your NEED for me has been replaced, and if I can’t have everything well then just give me a TASTE. With eyes so dilated I become your pupil, the water is so yellow I’m a healthy student, chew your meat for you, pass it back and forth, in a passionate kiss, from my mouth to yours.
I LIKE YOU.
This is the first day of my last day, build it up now take it apart climb up real high now fall down real far, I think I’ve become one of the other ones. Soft as a mane of needles, his orifice icicles hemorrhaged by combing her torso to a pile. She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels. No there’s no light, in the darkest of your furthest reaches, my mind’s not a well it won’t run dry, just keep drinking water you’ll be alright. Did you ever wish you were someone else? I told a widow that she was beautiful when half of her smile was missing.
I’ve done my addition, gun + gun = BANG BANG BANG. Trash into trash equals trash flavored trash.

Don’t stop talking to me I haven’t been listening.


DO THIS. play your playlist on random and use a few lyrics form each song to make a big weird song thing.

NIGGA I DONT NEED TO DRAW HANDS OR SHADE GOOD