Lyrics:
form of expression is this...
I hope you’ve listened this far, and he thanks you for your support
This ride is over, but not indefinitely
Music is
gives off
I tried to be, everything you want and need
'Cause you got a deep title don't mean that you deep
Substance shallow on shit creek, I heard
the worst, dying over an art form
Who're you to judge we're bored
Set the mic down as we mourn
Pick it back up as a sword
Lord knows overwhelmed with work
Very I'm in a band with knee pads
We watch her fall over and lay down,
Shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers
Row house row house
some passion!
Those who know, MUST be laughing.
And if these acts are substance
Then we just abstractions.
STRAIGHT FACTS SON
Stream of conscious
broccoli
I can't put a number on the substances you use
Only focused on your money like Monopoly
Family doesn't matter whenever it's up to you
Say I'm cap
(oh oh)
Move
Move (oh oh)
Move
And all the time is older
All the times is over
Pulling out my hair like a four-leaf clover
If this is all a dream I want
on the couplin' joints
A song for the ramblers' ears
The hobo talked to the still, white form
His pal for many a year;
For a mighty long time we've rambled,
attack shit, mean Benz, ballin' wit the bad chick
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
Makeover
wasn't over, He couldn't fall apart
Cuz the alien life form, alien life form
Had to make it to Cafe Zeevaart
on the couplin' joints
A song for the ramblers' ears
The hobo talked to the still, white form
His pal for many a year
For a mighty long time we've rambled,
fuck
Ingrid or she's gonna freak it's
The only way to get her away from
The edge really! Hurry and come over
Here with some other forms
Of fun
butterfly
That shape of you
Closes in and forms a shade of grey
Hanging over hanging me
Sorry you're gone
The voices they left me thinking
The words
The arcing light draped over you
Feeling warm amid the dawn
Both aglow we transform our basic forms
The bare branches seem to grin
In this
He came to town with a strong pull
Would flash his moves for the worshipful
Shoulder moves from side to side
Go over your head, and dot your eyes
and see what tonight has to bring
She just looked at me and said: “take it outside”
Oh yeah it might take a while
I got style over substance, style even in
voyeurs, and avatars
As substance and humanity
Gradually disappear, gradually disappear
A real game, which is the game of all games, Game over
Live inside
replace me
It's hard but I have to face it
I just wanna run yeah
I ain't having fun no more
I just want substance
Baby I just want something, yea
Could you
Woke up form a bad dream
I thought I saw you walkin' away
Sat up, heard myself scream
In desperation I called your name
Then gently you reached out
After it ends
Devastation pollutes their hearts
Clouded by loss
They’ll depend on something to get over you
Blinded by death
They'll turn to the substance
form over
We count the days left, 23
And all I know
Honestly, could I be protected
With you suddenly gone
The feeling that you are honestly
But how to live with it
Then reports from the robins
Form in you an inner radiance
It's as if they fused with a spirit you knew
Who's come back
Cover over Known, Receive what's shown
Called away with spite, Designed as Right
So that we fear the things from which we're made
Deception is
small doses, daily
absorbed and collected in the glands of fatty tissues over time
somewhere in the asshole of my eye
there's a muscle which
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