Sole Nothing Fell Apart Lyrics:
Blank page, blank space between the space and
timex count down to nothing, no pop, no big bang
theories of post modernistic expression the new
impressions of devils and angels both I stand
silent, I disattached from my antennas up somehow
I lost and missed the point hence the resting out
on the lowest slight chance we'll make up the
broadcast news at eleven, and maybe see some blood
inside the city gutters And through the sewer
drains I feel the discontentment of the universal
channel system that hasn't faded to blackness,
not yet. Yet not quite enough comfort to ease the
swell vision of sporadic patience for one moment
that's passed, in an unnatural semi-neutral anti
national, loose cannon now swivelling awaiting for
the happy heal giveaway I spent my thanksgiving
with a fork in my eyeball, and stabbed my
motivation (?????) Dying cast oh we're crying
it's the end of the night, lying I swear it
ain't lying, it's the end of the world,
staggered thought, staggered dream time as the
seconds tick tock, staggered rotations corroding,
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all aboard to those futuristic jump ships, stop
the idea, jump ship, jump ship, we're landing in
the toughened glass body buddy finder(?),
community based whorehouse, public service
reminder, leave your impression if you're crying
to rejoice (?) scream loud and could we have a
broken fucking baby, and the dancing baby blue
eyed jesus statue corrodes because the Christmas
lights have burned out the shells of the condos,
and the still standing schoolyards block the smell
of the fireworks, and the mistletoe now stinks
like a thousand miles of baby ass, and if the baby
asks why it's cause she looks cute in the oven,
and that same community whorehouse can't provide
affordable lovin', close bracket, end of idea,
no end of the world has passed now we're
suspended in animated ideas, lost in travels of a
distance not reached, set up camp in the greatest
sweatshop under any omnipotent beast, and at least
we'll have a broken glock party to play with,
hence putting together for the giants, drink out
the thumbprints in silence, happily snuffed out
yet easily get slave under an empire of peasants,
so we were all left in a state of eternal entrophy
and my sources indicate there was no ending of the
century, as strange as it may seem nothing fell
apart (x4)
Lyrics: Nothing Fell Apart, Sole [end]