Lyrics:
selling Superman balloons
The city grated through chrome-plate
The clock struck slowly half-past-noon
Through the tunnel tiled and turning
Into daylight
the frozen abyss
Envy reveals the scars
Is that what they call a bliss
I
Faint in this palpable void
I'm
Swollen grated destroyed
I
Faint in this palpable void
scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy (burning off calories)
How do you think that
far away as Thule
Which way does she stray
North, south either way
There is nothing left to say
Only to forgive
Like change deserted
Down a grated
Grated on my plate
And boys are best
Served with a stake through the chest
An overwhelming yes for
State of the Union from an unlisted address
Your
One step at a time
Tell me baby what is the rush
Feeling complicated
Can we keep it at G-rated
For now
Baby why do you look so good
You're shining
Solution Time like the incredible Solution Time like the incredible You know rhythm grated rhythm You know rhythm grated rhythm Solution Time can't be
The grated earth
The canyons and the cords
The rusted seraphim
The pronoun of the Lord
The grated earth
The grated earth
The grated earth
It's
playin')
With clientele, any rhyme sells
Question is, will you fuck-niggas ride for real, huh?
Bitch nigga, this is G-rated
Plus your homeboy won't make
a queen Play with a queen
Don't play with a queen let's keep it G-Rated Rated
you don't want that energy
I'm not your enemy
don't play with a Queen
these Co's feed
Blood Leeches Leeches
I think it's time
To give the cold feet
I just got out from a cold
Been selling blocks
For some grated cheese
Cheese
as your mouth is grated
Only raw gargles croak from your throat
A trickling death-rasp as you choke
A silly grin carved from ear to ear
Spurting mucus
world is slowly being
Grated down, dissolving
Evocation of emptiness
Is it my curse or am I blessed?
Your words got the best of me, I'm a mess
I'll send
Gristle, debauchery with dead bodies, turning green
Upheaveal of human entrails
Deterioration of grated genitals, dangling from the hooks
Obscene
Gristle, debauchery with dead bodies, turning green
Upheaveal of human entrails
Deterioration of grated genitals, dangling from the hooks
Obscene
As our true selves are grated
Against the common judgement
How are we still ourselves?
When our senses are bombarded
With them lifestyles that they
a electricity that shook the
Mundane gravity
He grated against the
Gratified pretenses of dreams
And as he unclenched his fist
The socket gave him a kiss
Just
your stacks again
because sometimes i'm x-rated
sometimes i'm g-rated
sometimes i bugded crowds
act wild
and get faded
whether its monday
or tuesday
off, them who's style is jaded
My juice is grated
Shit is so banging niggas say it's gang related
On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated
With grated mind
And weakening heart
I watch the masses fall
In line
The sky above
To gaze upon
And canyons lost below
I fall
I fall
Without
As conversation thrives and the garlic bread arrives
I'll pour the grated cheese out of the jar
My pretty dancer does her daily drilling
It keeps her body nimble
Two solid bloody lines for miles
Grinded bone, muscle-flesh fragments
Grated up to the waist
Screaming stump for the vultures to taste
Left by
carved and collected in a doggy-bag
I mince up your limbs, off-cuts and cartilage
Stuffing freshly-drawn intestine with grated coronary arteries
I
I waited
Frustrated
Anticipated the day you'd call me back
It grated
Complicated
I calculated the perfect fall back
One more time
One more time
Then
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