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At first they called me an impostor
Cause I was willing to pretend
Often get that sinking feeling
I try to fabricate the touch
Well oh my god, I think we've lost her
Her mind has reached it's bitter end
Sitting staring at the ceiling
I guess this world was just too much
Be patient
I'm coming for you
I've got the stench of greatness on my teeth
Well, all the simple things exhaust her
That's when the darker clouds descend
It's hardly what you'd call appealing
She'll use your pity as a crutch
But how much hatred can you foster
And how much money can you spend
You'll never know what she's concealing
You'll never undermine her clutch
Be patient
I'm coming for you
I've got the stench of greatness on my teeth
Come closer
I'm an aristocrat
I've got some pretty things to show you far beneath!!
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DOUBLE PNEUMONIA:
Well, I'm practically fainting when you kick off your sandals
I want it all like a Catholic saint!
Sometimes just seeing you is too much to handle
You had me thinking I was someone I aint
Look in my eyes!
What's the confusion?
Paint me your way to the end!
So I won't have to pretend
Show me the end
Well, you get so particular when striking your poses
It's getting difficult to keep up at all!
And if history's cycular, I'm pickin' your roses
Sometimes it seems as though you're hoping I'll fall
Look in my eyes!
What's the confusion?
Paint me your way to the place where they buried it!
What's the surprise?
Life's a delusion!
Paint me your way to the end!
CAN YOU SLIDE ME THAT GREEN THING?:
You're like a two dollar bill
You're like a yellowstone bison
You're like a license to kill
Or some kid's hair they found lice in
And I'm your marionette
Since you first understood me
But I'm not scared of you yet
Although maybe I should be
I used to waste my time with vagrancy
But then I had a vision
The emptiness inside you
Came and wrapped me in it's jaws
As I sat there in the darkness
I saw clearly my decision
Casting beams of light across your face
The monster will disown you
If you circumvent His laws.
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They sent me here to be human
I came back covered in scars
I need for us to find sanctuary
But I don't know where we are
She asked me how to be different
That's when I took away her voice
It's never the same if you have a choice
C'mon now son, and tell the spirit what you did
His heart is bigger than a walk in closet
He's got some scars, but hey don't let that scare ya kid
He's got a gun, but boy he never draws it
I had some bad dreams, some bad dreams had me
I woke up feelin' like a pile of ashes
The light gets blinding and I can't hardly see
I get so scared when the beacon flashes!
Coffin position on swing
Cough in position on swing
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It Lives in My House!
02:35
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You said something I couldn't hear
As we sat there in the middle
And I closed my eyes in fear
As He make His presence known!
On His throne made of stone
Will you leave me on my own?
Work pull hard for brain
And you cannot resuscitate it
The times necessitate it
No need to overstate it
Locate my ephemera
So you cannot anticipate the taste
What a waste, cold embrace
Will you look me in my face?
Case by case we find
That all we have is appetite
What good is appetite?
When I'm only half alright
But I'm getting slightly better
When the light is fading from the day
But you keep getting in my way
Gone backwards
Reanimation
Some foul amalgamation
So come bear witness to the need
The angel wants to watch us bleed
What a dull infatuation
Upon the sewing of his seed
He reads you
And your knees will bend
In the end, just a trend
You have nothing to defend
You met my eyes
I guess to prove that you were concentrating
What good is concentrating?
When still I'm half debating
Rendering inflated sages caged
To wage the instruments of cause
Wrapped in gauze, snaps His jaws
Set to thunderous applause
Cut in half, I try to laugh
But nothing vocalizes
There are no more surprises
I hope he realizes
I've sized you up and now
There's nothing left to save you from my grasp
Oh god!!!!!
Fuck you!
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Fatkid Chicago, Illinois
Four glorp gurus playing drippy tunnel music to honor the Almighty Splindledorph. Interests include tax evasion, moss, and
second helpings of green beans.
All credit goes to Splindledorph. He wears our fingers like gloves and plays our instruments for us!
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