Song parody of
Apology
by Andrew Kamen
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Sort of out of sorts
Are these shorts too short
None of my clothes are fitting
Stop resisting my instance
That nonexistence is what I'm missing
Weighed down by the water in the heavy metals
Unlivable vessels
Pol Pot pointing fingers
Calling the cauldron a kettle
No hunts, we want over abundance
The imagery that won us over
Is now disturbing and redundant
Non-violent
Hyper political
Frozen stiff in this humidity
Artificial stupidity
Aligned with the wicked
Spreading to the new host
Keeping them addicted
Don't awaken the monster
Who disturbed my slumber
I was enjoying the coma
Put me back under
I was enjoying the coma
Put me back under
Criticism too cryptic to deconstruct
Topological skeleton
Pointing me in the wrong direction
Opposite the aneurism
Calm down your mannerisms
Dial them back till your locked-in syndrome
Reverts to a cataclysm
Step on the scale
And disagree with what you see
Unless it offers an apology
Sort of out of sorts
Are these shorts too short
None of my clothes are fitting
Stop resisting my instance
That nonexistence is what I'm missing
Weighed down by the water in the heavy metals
Unlivable vessels
Pol Pot pointing fingers
Calling the cauldron a kettle
No hunts, we want over abundance
The imagery that won us over
Is now disturbing and redundant
Non-violent
Hyper political
Frozen stiff in this humidity
Artificial stupidity
Aligned with the wicked
Spreading to the new host
Keeping them addicted
Don't awaken the monster
Who disturbed my slumber
I was enjoying the coma
Put me back under
I was enjoying the coma
Put me back under
Criticism too cryptic to deconstruct
Topological skeleton
Pointing me in the wrong direction
Opposite the aneurism
Calm down your mannerisms
Dial them back till your locked-in syndrome
Reverts to a cataclysm
Step on the scale
And disagree with what you see
Unless it offers an apology
