Thursday, November 3, 2011

Feel Free (Ain't Me)

Abandonment issues all tissues separating thin its paper skin
Transdermal vaginal meth you sniff it and blow it coke it
Capping the bottle on tab like milk building bony stones
Less of your life left alone to the throne on a crow stowing prone
to the panic you're manic and awaiting no hesitation the first guess
come to your mouth head out and a blonde for the road
man she's a tone deaf bit of guts to bypass, we're ok living in glass
Tu boca esta loca, chupa en la coca, macuma regresa a Polka
Mad en spanish, i am the radishes, harvesting furious pheasants
I'm a peasant and you're freezant, catastrophic catalyst and cooling agent
Copper form is folding fast in acetic base, embrace
Automatic fallacy, Phallus free, flee into sexual kingdoms
Sit atop animal lust and pride, freeze dried and laid to the side
she's my shotty new ride, shoddy kitchens in a speeding stride
trunkin drunks and drunken trunks, sitting pretty witty
Mark happiness off the calender like a holiday, a hide away
Consciously conscience, all times placed aside, a ride
Social awareness, rising methods psychological biochemically
Taste inside a tongue forbid from ever knowing

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