I'm twice born, once and seven something

Once is the resurrection of honorable function

Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor

Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture

The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment

Was, is, and forever will be a luxury

I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document

Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant



[Verse One]

I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification

Sure it's blurry may have had them speeennnd breeezzzzze

Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee

Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city

Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill's crest pan out?

On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs

I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest

Defeat a needle into battling to mute the mess

With patience galas with absentee balance I shove in the button

Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility function

With a, ppppppppp paling in comparison a methias Goliath

Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence

I top and ate my nameless square then I bumped eyelids

With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second

What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend

Nurse me through the time stick and stone mixes hex my fertile crescent

Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear

Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair

My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly

So every second the discontent's locked accordingly

Let's turn mummy's shut up affection a berserk glory condition

And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon

Meddle in a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser

Credible crasser antidote's terrible taste the

Water with a stolen soul pen left picture mad rhythm pinned

Never set a grin and fly health

Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plan of fabrics

I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible

I feel a wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch

Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful,

It's like the date of Grado Methasawmill

A lifeline of spectacular expansion leaves the reaper

At the hand of what man's hand jokes

My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and laugh

I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half

Ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major

Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease

I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome

You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone

Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush

And felt as if I'd actually accomplish something

Fortify the bullies of the jokes soaking in treatment

Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening

On a ghost up in a fuse a lot second before the cock dropped

In the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it



Fashion, it's cool and all but what about God?

[Oh God, well he's the man, but what about reading?]

What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, what about television?

[Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?]

I hate walking, it's boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin'

[Yeah, fishing's great but I can't stand hooking the bait, lets dance]

I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?

[Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money]

Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals]

Let's sell lemonade [Let's drink]

Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink

[Naw, lets scare a pupil once a year just to shake the academy]

Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy



[Verse Two]

I'll make the waterfall out of order in autumn saw the quarter

When the gods mimic the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin

I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit

Clattering the yesterday ain't shed a tear since

Hear me, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon

The carousel balloon extravagant aware, inviting it

I'm swore to Adam and matter and saddling

Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping

My index fingers rest in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin

One must pardon yee old common street detour

Weaving graceful through the prom directed column

Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom

Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud

But that's got a ring to it so my swill welcomes the flood

I walk through God's practical joke on man practically broke

And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my nights practically soaked

Who spits silk dimensions with a noose looped by the raft?

After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1,

Oooh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in hell

I'll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt

Sturdy eye krulin, tin can skeleton,

Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants

Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence

I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well