Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in a center fold by
ugly tenements Oh Distribute sour inhalants
regulate lobby development Today summon the rug
rat oblivious to what's delicate. Tomorrow
siphon imperfection out the fetus prior to selling
it. There is a brain in the thicket tap circle
cupping the port to accord it Teeter thorn storm
plunges more but conformers the pouring's half
the entry Plated pearly gates a chanted axis with
high gentry hinging our binging on public picket
fencing Squirming in terms in conditions of
un-sati fact destiny magnet Where the ebony should
of cracked shit ratio tragic Lose sight suit oh
mavericks clash at futility pageants I post froze
in a blaze at a grand combustion A leader's
deception connection wiper with a barn responds
his friend With an eye socket full of needles and
a will to die for nothing And that's glory abide
thy crass itinerary barely suitable for common
slum cats And the lemmings will follow you to the
blood bath All aboard that awful train through
shames patch where I'd trade my window seat for
one pane of replacement stain glass, see I've
battled the gods of opacity I don't mind yall
looking in, its just watching sim city steam slips
under my skin And im about half way to nausea,
half way to contempt men 2 halves post made a
dance evoked a whole lot of resentment Build a pen
around master dome patriarch close to four peters
Woke to rope cubicles combines with combines
suitably ingenious Let's soak my feet in lake
infinity the time vibe strapped to dignity my
symmetries vivid image still cant mimic the
victory comfort is a crumb and I'm numb as fuck
Yet some prefer the hum and others tend to suck
the life out of the crux like 1,2,3,4 and im a hug
dummy hug the hungry pull the lever push the
button Drink the garbage split the homage reap the
harvest target everyone Beckon eyes idols that
have a malleable colony till the fire ant dropped
the sweet leaf grief your dreams a needle in a
needle stack claiming safety pin physics Baby tin
blizzards collide while ole iron sides trust the
rivets I'm sick of the picker the litter soaking
the spot lit when I know they know they owe all
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thanks to the end all Aesop Rock shit watch this
Build me a home; build me a home of brick and wood
and everything good With a front porch where I can
char fire flies by night and smoke stogs till the
day meets twilight, build me a home, build me a
home with a green grass hill with runing a water
in a backyard with a sandbox and a garden of
foreign flowers build me a home with a basement
and an attic where I can store remnants of the day
I once slept in build me a home.
No skull is sacred in the races Locked in a pagan
doctrine watching born again faces gamble up
patience fail blatant Oak currents the end of war
paintings stain plague community harking as
wrapped It's overlooking out crops. Give you one
life to laugh at catalog bliss on the least common
attachment 10 seconds of glittering silence pilot
is flight redefine stagnant Most emotions host an
entire lesson congressional less one stone merely
for the exceptional spectacle now listen the pause
heed tall falls the voidance of the suit dispersed
await a straightened arrows a perfect circle has
been fastened to the blimp side buy in my grin and
clusters that's better than colony my own
fathers son is the holy ghost suck that theology I
king for a day of peasant for a pleasant life
blood on the easel and my eagle eyelids spots
runaway pirates look I despise squatters with a
ohh cry me a river a quarter how'd you afford
that dog and sour dialogue I put my hook in the
pond I put my worm In the hook I put my trust in
the worm that he'd bring me something to cook I
felt a tug on my line and I lugged a trash can on
my pole with a note from the worm attached that
read thanks for nothing asshole simple parables of
nature making character giddy and riddle me a
similar situation mix city quick but your
honorable a lot doors to the monks blood thirsty
barracuda serpents and report on powers of devil
treatment church links im a fence sitter lips torn
by both polars and their working I can only model
throttle at the dream catching matching a patchy
holist with a sovereignty harbored and charged my
hate breed in a minute he's picket spitting
stitches to fix the britches in the gaps one night
I broke in bridges give us traps and tried to walk
to get stogs just like hop scotch between polar
caps and im, blue in the face when every second is
a waste of breath Making that classic mockery of
every step Oh build me a home, build me a home
please with a light in the window and a red front
door and a picket fence and a fire place and a
sturdy frame and we can sit I'll tell you
something that you really want to know. |