Shooken to Casper. Illustrate beautiful disaster.
Flight of the mothership lift to badger the
male-factor. Marionette vs. the threat of wire
cutter function. Stereotypical grinch bashing your
pumpkins. Plug. Try to count up your warrior
hatchling batch before gestation segment ended and
head a platoon of embryonic remnants to the game
board. Release Japanese beetle swarm to counter
the spread of bitch crops, demolish the harvest
and herd colony out immediate. One massive attack.
Hunted, confronted and gutted. Most pungent
component cloned in outrageous bunches. From the
grimacing faces to the knots in my shoelaces, I'm
a show you all the phases of a fuck up. Plucking
the petals but every rose had its thorn. Consider
that first warning, second will be good times,
laughs and epitaphs. As a matter of basic
principle next I set my boat a sail. I won't
always be there for your tugging on my coat tails.
Family stuck. Voyage of the S.S. Martyr. Who you
think put that unseen iceberg in the water?
Manufacture flotsam and jetsam from out your
charter. We got the once pushovers pushing back a
little harder now, blink. I think I can. I got
grips. Muckraker major spin circles 'round sunken
ships. Walk an invisible city of lost clans and
he's jealous cuz my silhouette had more dimensions
than his game plans. CHORUS Fascination.
Fascination. And everything I do I'm fascinated
with, That's why I pass the hated wasteland with a
grin, cuz in the end I got my passions while you
splash in a puddle of trying to pick apart the
puzzle. Fascination. Fascination. And everything I
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jaded grips of competitors who initiate disturance
with a smirk, cuz I feel I got direction in my
work. And everything I touch magnificent. Picking
apart a drunken township. Sitting in the rain
rusting the nails my crown's bound with. If I had
an anchor I would lay it in the dirt and mark
today the day the earth stood still while I
complete my search. You honor delusions and
falsified life comfort systems as boy in the
bubble huddled up to simple simon subtle. Born
tomahawk. Shock the peanut gallery loopy. Debate
the cutesy, groupie, cupie doll community. And I'm
hung in a virtual skin and bones emaciated
ringworm circus freak bloodthirsty intern trainee
urchin feast with a delectable style compiled of
that which stands to buff a child's yellow brick
vision of slick living. I observe the stories from
my fire escape observatory. First I herd the
glory, then desert the herbs that word it poorly,
understood? Well, maybe a pat on the back for the
lucky losers who truly felt they were born to
touch the music. I catalog cats as welcome mats,
and for the ones insisting on dimming the stars I
wipe my snearkers extra hard. I wish upon a penny
toss that every servant will betray his gatekeeper
and leap to reap the freedom fighter mad galaxy.
Huff the war gas vapors and cram hard for
tomorrow. Brother, I own twice my wiehgt in
patience. Be it padded cubicle or beautiful tomb,
I'll be listening 'til you whistling that more
suitable tune.