Nicotinic nighttime regulations, over cold temperature
homeostatic shock, cling-on lingerie
Lager brewstone better thrown to a king
I own mean, wear a wristbadge says you cut me up
Time to roam in bloody throne, the poultry blown
Cut up accessory mall wardrobe chalice a palace
punch's drunk on pontius punk, painted fence future tense
place it safe on play out mace, lace division skin
turn blind eyes to better beats of bitter briefs
peasant pheasant a wishbone pleasant sour
Bleed tax, a pathogenic voice in bed
Praytell paladin spell it, so many words confederate
Trimming beards on bratwurst, it's worse if you bake it
Oh blow a seed into sketchy leads, atlas mouth
Steadfast heads on rolling shoulders
Proudest folders, foddering flow, airplane depot
Bate enough just to rate em up
Orgasm in open space, a rocketship embrace
Closest invasion persuasion, documentation
It's not the loneliness compelling, its expelling
The two sides fighting to become one, spun
Downloading app, ply to pry a light a pin
Open nose face makes for worst cake taste
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Showdown in a shattered house
A hero at the edge
A tall skyscraper
The people of this city below
Who have turned their backs
The law with its gun ready
'Irreconcilable differences'
'A vigilante we can't allow to continue'
They've set themselves up for invasion
The failure stained on their hands
Our hero makes his way through the crowds
Dodging bullets on his way
to face his archenemy
The creature he was made to face
In spite of everything he does
They won't let off the trigger
Do or die in this day and age
Their last hope
His last chance
A tall skyscraper
The people of this city below
Who have turned their backs
The law with its gun ready
'Irreconcilable differences'
'A vigilante we can't allow to continue'
They've set themselves up for invasion
The failure stained on their hands
Our hero makes his way through the crowds
Dodging bullets on his way
to face his archenemy
The creature he was made to face
In spite of everything he does
They won't let off the trigger
Do or die in this day and age
Their last hope
His last chance
A weekend living in infamy
An ideology
solely based on misery
A discourse
written on your insecurities
Your diction
A symphony of syntax
Semantics
preaching to fanatics
Antics
analytical mind tricks
Your sense of tact
spreading lies you'll later retract
A misfortune left to many
An heiress of decadence
the queen seeking amnesty
the citizens cannot forgive or forget
solely based on misery
A discourse
written on your insecurities
Your diction
A symphony of syntax
Semantics
preaching to fanatics
Antics
analytical mind tricks
Your sense of tact
spreading lies you'll later retract
A misfortune left to many
An heiress of decadence
the queen seeking amnesty
the citizens cannot forgive or forget
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Investigate, Instigate, Incinerate
Never thought you'd decay
or that I'd be around to see the day
Your eiffel tower burning in an hour
Paris is inviting her into its loins
between two legs you're wearing like a scarf
taste the infestation of 10 fold guilt
and the juices of despair
this is the end of the ride
the part where you pull out your hair
when you know it's too late
she has you strapped to a bomb
and tied to an airplane
Oh call to god, how did I fucking get here?
What's next?
Fastforward or flip the page to find out
or that I'd be around to see the day
Your eiffel tower burning in an hour
Paris is inviting her into its loins
between two legs you're wearing like a scarf
taste the infestation of 10 fold guilt
and the juices of despair
this is the end of the ride
the part where you pull out your hair
when you know it's too late
she has you strapped to a bomb
and tied to an airplane
Oh call to god, how did I fucking get here?
What's next?
Fastforward or flip the page to find out
Potty mouths on Pretty girls
And behold
another grave
dirt on her hands
another night that I won't make it
without that sickening gutwrenching feeling
of fear, desperation, and erotic attraction
the inevitable doom in calling you
to be torn to shreds by a sharpened tongue
The backs of snakes
Scaly liar, my body shakes
this feeling of regret
sexual intrigue
leading me to be a snack
the mouse in the pit
of her hydrochloric guts
an intoxicating disaster
the Hell that is lust
another grave
dirt on her hands
another night that I won't make it
without that sickening gutwrenching feeling
of fear, desperation, and erotic attraction
the inevitable doom in calling you
to be torn to shreds by a sharpened tongue
The backs of snakes
Scaly liar, my body shakes
this feeling of regret
sexual intrigue
leading me to be a snack
the mouse in the pit
of her hydrochloric guts
an intoxicating disaster
the Hell that is lust
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Re:agent
Desperate and devoted
to a secret no one's told us
De(s)cent with modification
Redox reaction
Take two hits from me
and return to solid
im in hot water this time
all ions on me
to a secret no one's told us
De(s)cent with modification
Redox reaction
Take two hits from me
and return to solid
im in hot water this time
all ions on me
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