When I was a black clad killing machine
no change there then
they called me the mist master
with the feet of a gecko
I used to climb walls by thinking
funny enough I climb walls still
but now it is just stress and dying
on the ceiling with feet of a gecko
Don't turn the light on
it is bad for a reptilians eyes
whist I hang from the ceiling
catching moths and flies
Ok if I can stay really still
waiting for that juicy ****
yes I am a lizard hero
with feet of a gecko
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
When I was a black clad killing machine
no change there then
they called me the mist master
with the feet of a gecko
I used to climb walls by thinking
funny enough I climb walls still
but now it is just stress and dying
on the ceiling with feet of a gecko
Don't turn the light on
it is bad for a reptilians eyes
whist I hang from the ceiling
catching moths and flies
Ok if I can stay really still
waiting for that juicy ****
yes I am a lizard hero
with feet of a gecko
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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