Buddah MAC
11-14-05, 03:07 AM
tend to fantasize my people plan to rise
then see eyes tuned to TVs to scan the skies
god damn the die cast that set serpent sight upon us
though aquarium packs pirahnas to keep our swim honest
and directed, though we claim to coin the cardinal
on defensive all your decades, any attempt to drop your guard will
let the punch connect, but nerve endings forgot how to feel
why the pain holds appeal like executed's last meal
after gov denies one, sultry serinade despise sung
wisest one advise none until disguise from lies spun
dry lung, blaze one til I touch where rays from
after my days done antique road show appraise tounge
in it's era, well, unappreciated yet unparalleled
seemed fair to help those who wear their hell
then read the scar pictographs, tale each victim has
learned the victory's pure in the armstice signature
self-signed, wealth finds the deserving in fiction
church bell binds affliction to blame's bland depiction
excommunicated eviction notice footnoted as the feet stroll with
ease of blue-boulderless shoulders and the swagger of "I told ya"
holding colder slice of life, my ice, absolute zero knife
to carve away the air 'round anyone on some trife
so ain't no one gotta hear it, after the set, I reappear with
a second-from-smashed mirror, it's to reassure that I'm peerless
as the earless own music and the fearless don't do ****
cuz their fear is they'll lose it so it appears some new ****
needs to replace their name, who's down to face the flame
set to lay waste to fame, can damn near taste the blame
tomorrow's stove steaming, you stay dreaming demons
but those feenin soul-screaming that my disturbed sleep seeming
to stem from, pen runs straight through that ol her'on hole
the body blinds intent, descent, the post-script soul
then see eyes tuned to TVs to scan the skies
god damn the die cast that set serpent sight upon us
though aquarium packs pirahnas to keep our swim honest
and directed, though we claim to coin the cardinal
on defensive all your decades, any attempt to drop your guard will
let the punch connect, but nerve endings forgot how to feel
why the pain holds appeal like executed's last meal
after gov denies one, sultry serinade despise sung
wisest one advise none until disguise from lies spun
dry lung, blaze one til I touch where rays from
after my days done antique road show appraise tounge
in it's era, well, unappreciated yet unparalleled
seemed fair to help those who wear their hell
then read the scar pictographs, tale each victim has
learned the victory's pure in the armstice signature
self-signed, wealth finds the deserving in fiction
church bell binds affliction to blame's bland depiction
excommunicated eviction notice footnoted as the feet stroll with
ease of blue-boulderless shoulders and the swagger of "I told ya"
holding colder slice of life, my ice, absolute zero knife
to carve away the air 'round anyone on some trife
so ain't no one gotta hear it, after the set, I reappear with
a second-from-smashed mirror, it's to reassure that I'm peerless
as the earless own music and the fearless don't do ****
cuz their fear is they'll lose it so it appears some new ****
needs to replace their name, who's down to face the flame
set to lay waste to fame, can damn near taste the blame
tomorrow's stove steaming, you stay dreaming demons
but those feenin soul-screaming that my disturbed sleep seeming
to stem from, pen runs straight through that ol her'on hole
the body blinds intent, descent, the post-script soul