[Intro: sfx: typewriter typing] Hmm… this seems right…. Need to touch up character motivation to maintain realism and humanity… but i think that should do it. This should really hurt someone. Pussies. [music begins] [verse] I was hopin’ while my heart’s open If there were someone Tuh p’form en awe-per-ayyy-shun Been feelin’ NAIR dooo well enough Undone (diddy dum done, sic) A calm posit image A visage of stitches A demi-lich with a real undeath wish A bitch with a kitch last ditch drive Sic. I feel sick Struck strick in somewhen like a shiv in my gristle I bristle at bullet’s whistle Kiss an apostle to a messiah Who i call a jay cat pariah With tongue i hear ya sigh missica ‘why’ Fuck if i know, yo. So I Laugh rasp till i gasp Im laughing at a mirror She’s an altar in a crop halter top I could stop but dont Bones make tones like cartilage tweak Such strange tones in the songs they creak Uncomfortably i come a’run at thee And as ya stop arms outstretched to grab I run past fast and at the ghast you been grasping at in origin Fit in a filagree clasp to a breast Pinned to twins that rot in the end Caught predestined Cycle of life’s a bitch with claws Gnawing on bones one day ours Drew the death card Crossed by tower No fear no coward call Just reading spraypaint On communal walls Oh i hear word strings hum hymns about things and stuff Desires dreams and fluff Touching nerves serving up perdition Hidden verbotten unforgiven forgotten both Fresh and blood stinking rotten A joke Im laughin somethin wicked this way lunge which stings not by revelation Shock, exposure to the light But coz i need those things left inside If i plan to survive. Name old ‘ours’ recall cold ‘daze’ But theres a beat in my bones Lays all homes to waste Aint grace Aint glory Aint the time or place For my face so gory but before me Is a chopping block Someone pass the axe [chorus] CHOP BITCH CHOP BITCH CHOP CHOP CHOP MOTHERFUCKER CHOP You dont get it coz i walk the walk i talk clock dont stop coz someone mocks I live on mockery like cotton candy Served with silver cutlery I.e pretty poorly thats why i mostly Mock statistically mostly ghostly me Make beauty out atrocity so that Though my fields appear to be fallow Thats ideal conditions for Alchemy to grow Being a philosopher I just need to get stoned. You juss wanna get known Drew the death card Crossed by tower No fear no coward call Just reading spraypaint On communal walls Oh i hear word strings hum hymns about things and stuff Desires dreams and fluff Touching nerves serving up perdition Hidden verbotten unforgiven forgotten both Fresh and blood stinking rotten A joke Im laughin somethin wicked this way lunge which stings not by revelation Shock, exposure to the light But coz i need those things left inside If i plan to survive. Name old ‘ ours’ recall cold ‘ daze’ But theres a beat in my bones Lays all homes to waste Aint grace Aint glory Aint the time or place For my face so gory but before me Is a chopping block Someone pass the axe CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP MOTHERFUCKER CHOP You dont get it coz i walk the walk i talk clock dont stop coz someone mocks I live on mockery like cotton candy Served with silver cutlery I. e pretty poorly thats why i mostly Mock statistically mostly ghostly me Make beauty out atrocity so that Though my fields appear to be fallow Thats ideal conditions for Alchemy to grow Being a philosopher I just need to get stoned. You juss wanna get known You juss wanna get known YOU ARENT ALONE ….As me…. Win win baby
