the static quo must go
nothing beneath, or behind the sounds
deaf tones bones strewn all around
long words, all cheap
dumb lines, all neat
coughed-up cadence and routine cream
cartoon choruses and tricked-out seams
hooky fakes and bookend breaks
easy gaits
minimum stakes
no sharp edge, no hidden fold
no golden age spirit, no new age soul
no color streaks, or manic peaks
no blind side streets, or bipolar beats
disconnect my wires, or else cut it off
put out my fire, or else cut it off
nothing sticks
nothing clicks
**** me quick
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
the static quo must go
nothing beneath, or behind the sounds
deaf tones bones strewn all around
long words, all cheap
dumb lines, all neat
coughed-up cadence and routine cream
cartoon choruses and tricked-out seams
hooky fakes and bookend breaks
easy gaits
minimum stakes
no sharp edge, no hidden fold
no golden age spirit, no new age soul
no color streaks, or manic peaks
no blind side streets, or bipolar beats
disconnect my wires, or else cut it off
put out my fire, or else cut it off
nothing sticks
nothing clicks
**** me quick
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