Half of me is battling the loss of the magic
Atrophy cackling while it toss me the hatchet
Back to practicing in shackles in a dilapidated shack
Of a domicile, vomit bile, hacking up black shit
Happily backpedaling, capture the sadness
Snacking on whack pedigree cats with a napkin
Smack women and fat jiggling ass on the mattress
Stack infinite facsimiles past all the rafters
Until the blackness envelopes any remaining fraction of light
The satisfaction will mellow any refraining, factual plight
A little rapture will elegantly retain a passionate flight
With any blast to the bellows all the flames react and ignite
Goodnight folks the right poke to the back of the brain
Excites hope we might rope you back into the frame
They like knowing we fight loneliness, healing the pain
Recite poems rewrite tomes of insidious fame
The blame lies on the shoulders of OP
For your lady writhing and smoldering, slow heat
The day we arrive we throw it a bone
She moans with "Oh please, gimme the soldiers bone deep"
A lucky day for the Bo-peep with doe eyes
The smut we say is a known feat to blow minds
Engage in operation procreation, open thighs
Stolen minds offer no reply, just a dopey smile
I tried to tell you I was bad
I tried to tell you I'd be so bad for you
But you don't wanna hear it from me
You wanna find out
I tried to tell you I was bad
I tried to tell you I'd be so bad for you
But you don't wanna hear it from me
You know you came so willingly
You came to me so willingly
Ride the lower 40 off the whole spectrum
Feel the tension building just behind the septum
Sign a life away, solidify deflection
Call it nobody's business but yours, who denies obsession, really?
Duty bound to do the rounds at houri hours
Scoop the sound and put the tooth around a purely sour stupor, now
Stupid how the pew induces lucid bouts of looping truther shouts
So elusive and scrupulous, hooping fruitless annuities
Do it. You need a fluency unit
Dewey in the morning like the lips of a beautiful woman
Moon arisen through the hues of a lunacy prism
Skip the human view of ruefully skewing the risen
I call it suitable, you note the abstrusity, huh?
Float the unison and coast on the two into one
Grope for usually and choke, this is brutally won
Stoke the universe and hope that it's beautiful done
Tuck your tutelage away with the bullets and guns
I need em both like the scrutiny shooting from tongues
Pollute a eulogy with neutral ambiguity
And stew in the punitive ruination of love