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Half a million dollars moved by political giants say our chimera hearts are lion about some parts look about my parts, see fur see teeth, see claws Lions? that's right, We are. Pounce on scorn for these gender norms we're pressing eulogies in binary's for transcribing our identities to hetero70's minded heredity enemies. fixated on tellin' me my parts are prescribed like sedatives, sleepin' on it 'till I'm good and dead, like the rest of them. I love a lion Son of a lion daughter of a lion daddy was a liar mommy was a fighter but I'm not lyin' I've been rhymin' since third grade. back than I said I was a lesbian to try and get laid nobody knows who they are that young Our personalities grey and unsung media does an oli-oop propaganda elected a spoof. a Caricature opposite from any revaluation Who was it that wanted to watch Disney villains start performing Macbeth wrapped in a flag, carrying a privileged crest white owls, burning bathroom signs on crosses Tinder deleted her account For the wrong parts, used the wrong Lions stall. They viewed her as lyin' Aren't we all? Aren't we fake for six months? Jack-o-lantern carving out new masks to try on? The tea lights stay the same keeps flickering sin and shout. If the wind blows just right, I watch them sometimes, burn out.
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:39 AM UTC
Love like Lions
Half a million dollars moved by political giants say our chimera hearts are lion about some parts look about my parts, see fur see teeth, see claws Lions? that's right, We are. Pounce on scorn for these gender norms we're pressing eulogies in binary's for transcribing our identities to hetero70's minded heredity enemies. fixated on tellin' me my parts are prescribed like sedatives, sleepin' on it 'till I'm good and dead, like the rest of them. I love a lion Son of a lion daughter of a lion daddy was a liar mommy was a fighter but I'm not lyin' I've been rhymin' since third grade. back than I said I was a lesbian to try and get laid nobody knows who they are that young Our personalities grey and unsung media does an oli-oop propaganda elected a spoof. a Caricature opposite from any revaluation Who was it that wanted to watch Disney villains start performing Macbeth wrapped in a flag, carrying a privileged crest white owls, burning bathroom signs on crosses Tinder deleted her account For the wrong parts, used the wrong Lions stall. They viewed her as lyin' Aren't we all? Aren't we fake for six months? Jack-o-lantern carving out new masks to try on? The tea lights stay the same keeps flickering sin and shout. If the wind blows just right, I watch them sometimes, burn out.
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 6:39 AM UTC
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