Anoesis I'm addicted to repetitions
taste, a thirst, what follows the worst?
Anomie braggadocio the beauty queen
taste, a thirst, a faint cry calls out

deficiency, imagination
The implication we couldn't fake it
Created by the hospice seeds that germinates in me
Breeding to stop my wish
sensation I couldn't resist
The current confrontation with the feelings I'm holding inside
Realizing the [bad word] of the matter is

Is it ok, I'm frowsy? I slept on your porch
Paroxysms engulf her I'll never retort
My face is the lock and your fist is the key  [bad word] YEAH!)
Lay down the hurt and insert it in me
Fresh curls spring from the baldest brow
If your lips were the sun I'd be toast right now
My [bad word] is the main attraction
Sad to say you'll never see it in action

deficiency, imagination
The implication we couldn't fake it
Created by the hospice seeds that germinates in me
Breeding to stop my wish
sensation I couldn't resist
The current confrontation with the feelings I'm holding inside
Realizing the [bad word] of the matter is

Zap me with a thunderbolt of malcontent
Viviparous partaker of the harlequin's gin
The chosen one [bad word] but you can't wait
Partitions are the only things better than cake

Awake awake those sleepy eyes
I'll cast the first stone I'll throw it high
As it burns in the atmosphere
I wonder exactly what I had to fear
You conned my economy
Another foment hypocrisy
Last chance to breathe again
Before you go down on him

Awake awake those sleepy eyes
I'll cast the first stone I'll throw it high
As it burns in the atmosphere
I wonder exactly what I had to fear
You conned my economy
Another foment hypocrisy
Last chance to breathe again
Before you go down on him

deficiency, imagination
The implication we couldn't fake it
Created by the hospice seeds that germinates in me
Breeding to stop my wish
sensation I couldn't resist
The current confrontation with the feelings I'm holding inside
Realizing the [bad word] of the matter is

burning hope for a change
That failed to the point where I couldn't take it
Systematic is the new age dream a nostalgic fiend
Destroying all in its path
My wish I couldn't forget
The current contemplation
With the feelings I'm holding I now know
The [bad word] of the matter is
YOU CAN SUCK MY [bad word] #33;!!!