they were persecuted.
slow-roasted for beliefs that
were manufactured.
manufactured constructed by veins that cannot be claimed
as their own
or my own.
sugar would have made the burn slower
salt would have made it sting
men crying tugs my heart
still men suffering breaks it
so i find my own salt
rubbing aginst it willfully
screaming the pain
they wouldn't scream.
oh, sessions cry out in pain
because they know the truth i feel
because baby in the backseat's obsessed
and crazy and i swear i'm glad
i never
never got i-phone
'cause then he'd be impossible to get
get outta my hair, little boy,
like peanut butter's used for gum
i can't use peanut butter on you.
tell your friends
to stop telling my friends
cause you're breathing too heavy
panda bear feet
and the mountain's too steep
for me to climb
on my own.
baby this nonsense flutters
and i'm bound
boundboundboundliketiggeronspeed
to your floor where
yer seven-inch high heels are hitting me
nearly scraping off my corneas
but that's okay cause i don't want to see
so stop doing me favors.
stop doing me favors.
stop doing me favors.
gavel screaming close close and court is
A D J O U R N E D
and bodies thrashing trading sweat
because only eighty bodies can
do it with the strength that mine can
mine alone
mine all alone
and this gun i've got is pretty
like something in a sci-fi pulpie
oh yeah you'd fine it in a truck strop
somewhere in south carolina with
geriatric peep-booths that look oh so good
after ninety hours straight with plenty of
shit to keep you up.
you still up outside my window?
and the pit is forming underneath my golden locks
they're all trying to get to me, you see
but then they're ten-thousand-years closer than
you
because you're afraid of me.
and they're only mystified.
power, boy-baby, power, realllllll
fun.
juggling my thoughts and ambitions
perfectly in time
'cause these red-violent
machines
are on my back again.
and with stinky orange rinds
shel has come to be my saviour again
he's not a machines
fan belt.
we crashed and smashed his teeth
boy wanted a good time he got
it mystical tramp gets it
every time she reaches nirvana clandestine
when you aren't playing/paying for it.
gavel hits the bench
verdict:
verdict:
by my power
verdict:
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