Sorry if I'm bias to the dip **** quandary.

Stuttering and slurring there, your tongues first time on manual?

Pride to high for your mind to find the time?

Proses now can you see the crowd around?

Intrinsic non aestheticism?

If that means selling your furniture for H

Non sequitur again to make sure your not listening.

Now its just a matter bringing everyone else in on the joke.

make up, brake up, make up, brake up.

sad this life is full of shake ups

love you leave you, nice to see you.

make up ***'s the best so why so.

up and down, up and down.

arnt you having fun on the ground?

life spins you around and you think it profound.

but life's the thread, your the needle, not the other way around.

*******

**** I fell

Wish I had a better pail

For hulling my heart

Sitting on ice

Looking for someone to treat it nice

It fell out of my chest

So meany years back

And its ***** and stained

Its torn and cracked

Looking forward

Remembering back

Just hoping that cupid will cut me some slack

how much pain can one life hold

how long can I withstand the cold

not here to linger set in stone

my time is finite this I know  

perhaps its not my place to ask

for divine hands to help me grasp

this universe so wide and vast

to count the stars hung in the sky

to plot the course I live my life

but I am man and will survive

as faerie tales don't extend lives

oh
*******

Whats this
I quit

Ive no need for bliss

Just A beautiful girl to kiss

To ride off into the sun lit mist

**** this graveyard Ive been fighting with

But alas she was the villain all along

Remember her by

The shape of this song

foot      *foot

Blessed the dream scape

Beautiful its lies

Metaphor for something more

Its ever-colored sky's

Elohim and seraphim

Plotting hells demise

in the waters of the nymph-blood-royal

goodness needs no guise

"Choir of the sun chants inside the anti moon
Shockwaves rattle the Earth below with hymn of doom
Chilled rays freeze below the eye of silver sun
****** souls gather in valley of the evil one

Phantasmal specter of two worlds collide
Planetoid soaked in rays of electric light
Stoner caravan from deep space arrives
Rides on the suncraft toward the glowing eye

Walk with the cleric under eye of silver sun
****** souls gather in valley of the evil one
Choir of the sun chants inside the anti moon
Shockwaves rattle the Earth below with hymn of doom"

there's a man on a chair in top of a tower

and he sits and he waits as the bricks turn to powder

and he's waiting for a time when its safe to come down

his life and his mind resonates with the sound

of the people blasted people with there hate and there fear

telling him the his brilliance is the devils ways quite clear

and they chase him and they tell him that he'll never get away

but he's hiding in the tower and he needs to find a way

and the chalk on the floor from the equations wiped in vain

make a circle round the tower and it keeps the crowed at bay

so he works to find a meaning and he needs another wake

but the message is priori and the morel is at stake

so he toils on the formula to silence sin and saint

he must prove that there is nothing so that he can see the fate

and as he does the sounds of screaming up and deafen to a raise

and he proves the world is nothing but wave in mind of sage

and he makes a few revisions to the book and sines the page

it was done and he concluded that the world will cleanse in blaze

and proclaims let there be light and then book burns in to place

and to find out what's in side it is the challenge that we face

I once knew a man was as tall as can be

so high so hi de hi **

took a puff on his joint and he calld down to me

oh hi high so high so hi **
  
with a tip of his hat he was of with a leep

so high he high de hi ***

with a nose gushing red and *** splintring

not high not high anymore