Despite all their fervor they were headed somewhere limp in the intellect nursery rhyme dialect headed somewhere all circumference hunnid something for Sumerian tablet happy meals where you get to munch the code-cold sun upfront the rest when you've eaten a bit of rat flesh in the shape of yesterday perishing
youth addiction Future dreams of codeine nibbles the white nipple wedged between him and his soul stice staaay sis what is this? passes out on the battlefield improviser / wisest man I ever mumbled alongside Power with all the wars in it ain't shit in a flawed system besides self-destruction may all our enemies become powerful and empty in the west while we sell our bodies these mumbled prayers codeine ain't got nothin to do with my love, child either
labor in the holds was painless
bled til the chains lost their grip
And there are tapes to prove it
