Thanks to those, for staying
I must admit, it's all
Never to far off to bite you
But she's still strung out and longing for the
Temperamental guidance metamorphacizing
Small sounds from the dead
Brought to all you crazy cusses
Leaning against the one wing,
Killing off the last king,
Coughing up the old love,
Smoking through a back door
Smoking
Straight me out,
My train
Moves my morons over to you
Slip and slide, i'm an arm and a gas
At least my water gets hot,
And lifts all my little heads up to you
I'm in search for a door,
I can't calm the jealous oceans of life,
From the head of a spore
How's it going there my sweet-heart?
I see, you're wearing pink today.
How does the new dress lead you?
Who is wearing who today?
And the gothic, norwegian marble reminds you,
Of the stocking that go tight around those legs.
If you want to bleed me,
If you don't, i'll do
Long as you see me,
Long as i see you
Temperamental guidance metamorphasizing
Small sounds from the dead
Brought to all you crazy cusses
Need to have it's, back stabbing,
Free-loading, psychiatric horse rides,
Rythem-raping, corprate backed, slack-jawed,
Monkey pawin', flex-tokin' sadists in the corner-
Cause when the baby caves, i'm in,
Through the middle of all i've been
While i'm writing this, my head feels slow,
The smoke over my head-
Combing through my fine hairs, something,
I almost see them choke
Thanks to those for staying
I must admit it's all
Never too far off to bite you,
Cause she's still strung out and longing
Maybe you got me,
But i'm still strung out and longing
For the gothic, norwegian marble reminds you,
Of the temperamental guidance,
Metamorphasizing small sounds from the dead,
Brought to all you crazy cusses.
Shakin' like the main-frame, not warning,
Like they're milking-
All the sharp tanked slinkies, milling,
Holding up the banner-
For a mop-made shaky, tearing,
Pulling at the hammer,
-Off a loose nail, binter banter,
-Hopin', groovin' to the music,
-Pushin' out the tree stain,
Choppin' hooves to cinders,
-Lilly-hoppin' through the window-
Of a forced face for fixin',
-Find my five arms dancin',
In the worm-light, duckin' up-
The fast-wheel spinnin',
Likely on my way to waking up to mushrooms,
-Tweaking, peeping beeps
Between the spine, the sparks,
And separations
Of your new life