Howdy pal I'm grease I'm just sinkin' in to your crease mark my words I'm now deceased but I intend for everlasting peace
classy is my new profound lore I built this from a grave sight felt tip pens with wounds wider than suns since its inception I've found it difficult to piece it together well we haven't even tried to yet
federal offices are here to take your stock take from the small and give to livestock cows and machines that are crafted to employ workers and drones who will soon be mere alloy
falsehood is denizens warring without hopeless rubber bands to hold it all together to worsen your causality with fact to deny variety in logic it's a consummation of everything left unsaid but very clearly written even in the dirt
you don't see it you are grieving over what's lost your kin are morals seedless shackles with black dog undertow pull it down from the warehouse shelf throw it at the cripples eat that, would you?
we don't have a choice, lunatics we don't have a sound, musician we eat what we sow, bartender it's not about my life it's about gender equality it's what isn't mad about itself but rather, guilty as charged! I'm fond of your sassafras I truly, truly am take it from me just because I'm cold doesn't mean that I'm heartless just because I'm mold doesn't mean that I'm harmless