What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villians
Try to tempt the holistic tomes
Running rampant with free thought to free form
In the free and clear
Where the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundromat
To sift and focus on the bigger, better, now
We all have a little sin than needs venting
Virtues for the rending
And laws and systems
And stems are ripped from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose?
Or purposely serve?
Lying down inside of your adavistic galore
The value of a Summer spent
And a Winter earned
For the rest of us there is always Sunday.
The day of the week that reeks of rest
But all we do is catch out breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book.
To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers.
A vacation is a count-down
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar-cube
And hope you get a taste
What the FUCK is all this for?! (What the hell is goin' on?!)
SHUT UP!!
yourself
world
winter
whole
years
whats
vacation
translucent
touch
thumb
threw
things
there
venting
their
thats
tempt
taste
systems
summer
sugar
stems
sunday
fingers
purposely
finger
everything
because
feeble
fascism
drunk
counting
breaths
tongue
holistic
gaffer
government
between
freak
spite
could
entails
minus
fucking
nature
around
american
pretentious
accident
forget
wreck
temple
better
bones
focus
across
whores
count
anyone
place
rampant
begin
virtues
together
clear
aching
office
skeletal
little
catch
another
rending
value
clean
bloody
blaspheme
branches
gonna
bastards
laundromat
again
malicious
pulse
black
other
trigger
always
where
thought
bigger
great
happening
heads
watch
smack
inside
knives
prayer
lying
magnet
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