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the sky is falling
the pope and the president have jumped everyone's bones
i break the cycle to see that gravity will always prevail
note to self; the bigger they are the faster you run
let's go to the land of dreams and happy flings
wish memories were more like the digestive system
keep the ones that are good for you and that you need nutrients from
get rid of the wasteful kind that circles around your head
and seem to hold your breathe even when you don't want to
fall on me if you must
drive the polluted metal moving devices
eat the other species to feel more like God
have sex to feel more like God
create so you can be just like God
i buy and sell that which was never mine to begin with
the young lady is, for so long now, in need of heart transplant
kids must be born with magnets in their brain
they seem to fall right into the metal traps
never mind the metal ones I'm more concerned about the mental ones
lipstick is just a mask for your true intentions
lipstick and the lies you built to protect and flaunt
brave new world
sail me a new ambition period
play the "what the hell" games till dawn
the needles are in full demand
so are the rubber bags
the dramatic motives and the pop killers too
the sky is falling; looks sort like Swiss cheese
ice is melting going to need new swimming trunks
or buy a bubble to live in where i will decorate it with pictures of pictures
that resemble outside, would go out for the real feel but too afraid of the scene
magic powder is claiming more than Jesus can
liquids and plants seem to make more sense than they should
blame the world for these mistakes
i owe nothing to you and you know it
i will come out of the woodwork and devour all that stand in my way
live through a moment by moment in a torture myself mindset
all i know and learn came from your crosses and lower class labels
go back in time so i can kill you now and watch it with a grin over and over again
thank you my good friends
fiends or what have you
i done all i can and you still have the balls to mock
self-doubt and self-loathing are my super powers
but at least I'm not as ugly as you've become
my own bushwhacked mind is going to give you lip
the finger and above all, hell. i will give you all hell
left with a self-hatred and a desire to hurt, with hope i will feel resolved
but all that comes is more reasons to self-doubt and loathe
helmet for my brain, words for my soul; i will protect myself from all that oppose
including bushes, Ogres, and girls that squirm and squeeze out lies
i am done i am a riot
i want to live it up and give my regards to Henry for this gift
chaz love
the pope and the president have jumped everyone's bones
i break the cycle to see that gravity will always prevail
note to self; the bigger they are the faster you run
let's go to the land of dreams and happy flings
wish memories were more like the digestive system
keep the ones that are good for you and that you need nutrients from
get rid of the wasteful kind that circles around your head
and seem to hold your breathe even when you don't want to
fall on me if you must
drive the polluted metal moving devices
eat the other species to feel more like God
have sex to feel more like God
create so you can be just like God
i buy and sell that which was never mine to begin with
the young lady is, for so long now, in need of heart transplant
kids must be born with magnets in their brain
they seem to fall right into the metal traps
never mind the metal ones I'm more concerned about the mental ones
lipstick is just a mask for your true intentions
lipstick and the lies you built to protect and flaunt
brave new world
sail me a new ambition period
play the "what the hell" games till dawn
the needles are in full demand
so are the rubber bags
the dramatic motives and the pop killers too
the sky is falling; looks sort like Swiss cheese
ice is melting going to need new swimming trunks
or buy a bubble to live in where i will decorate it with pictures of pictures
that resemble outside, would go out for the real feel but too afraid of the scene
magic powder is claiming more than Jesus can
liquids and plants seem to make more sense than they should
blame the world for these mistakes
i owe nothing to you and you know it
i will come out of the woodwork and devour all that stand in my way
live through a moment by moment in a torture myself mindset
all i know and learn came from your crosses and lower class labels
go back in time so i can kill you now and watch it with a grin over and over again
thank you my good friends
fiends or what have you
i done all i can and you still have the balls to mock
self-doubt and self-loathing are my super powers
but at least I'm not as ugly as you've become
my own bushwhacked mind is going to give you lip
the finger and above all, hell. i will give you all hell
left with a self-hatred and a desire to hurt, with hope i will feel resolved
but all that comes is more reasons to self-doubt and loathe
helmet for my brain, words for my soul; i will protect myself from all that oppose
including bushes, Ogres, and girls that squirm and squeeze out lies
i am done i am a riot
i want to live it up and give my regards to Henry for this gift
chaz love
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