Don’t fall victim to our dimension’s perilous plight
Can you feel it?
Feels like earth quake machine guns
Listen
Sounds like incriminating yarn being spun
According to the zodiac I’m a crab
According to the eastern wheel I’m an aquatic rooster
Yet I know myself as a coyote
And I say on to you
Tomorrow is never guaranteed
So live life today as if the next day brings the expiration date
Before our world curdles into a smelling spoiled carton of waste
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
Don’t fall victim to our dimension’s perilous plight
Can you feel it?
Feels like earth quake machine guns
Listen
Sounds like incriminating yarn being spun
According to the zodiac I’m a crab
According to the eastern wheel I’m an aquatic rooster
Yet I know myself as a coyote
And I say on to you
Tomorrow is never guaranteed
So live life today as if the next day brings the expiration date
Before our world curdles into a smelling spoiled carton of waste
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