It’s not just the pursuit But the chance of failing Just like a parachute, Soul carcass hurtling toward earth With arms flailing Like having a dispute With an all of the sudden insignificant other On a train suddenly derailing It’s a witches trial A ****** hile Or the devil’s smile As they **** you with kindness Preying on the praying mind’s mess Preaching ignorant blindness As the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria go sailing Right up to your hut door The peace you once knew before Swiftly taken like Vlad’s impaling But before my soul dips and attempts bailing I’ll haunt you like the most vicious ghost **** with your appliances and burn your toast Get your lighthouse keeper sauced and tossed On the fog ridden lost Coast As you decide which Genocide That you side with the Most
Some people need sleep, some sleople eat sheep, count them while they weep, let’s make a deal, instead of dead baby cow, we’ll call it veal, see that euphemistic way of speaking just seals the appeal like a wild safari **** just got real, don’t call it fried dead squid we’re eating calamari that way everybody gets to enjoy the party.