There's a cat on the roof!
As we continue down, the walls are lined with pictures of a failed shangri-la. A pot-pouri of vomit and shattering caterwall, what have we got when our rough tounges sprain? We're scratching down on scratching posts.
There's a cat on the roof!
With big ole hairs and a blank ass stare
Tired of liquid food.
Inspired by a lone Rubix Cube
Time to break out of this room
Today.
Running out the back!
Hoping that fence!
Jogging through the grass!
Risking my neck for a life long lost
Going back to that bench
Feet don't fail me now.
I was so confused by a trailer trash nightmare
Took me down to a technicolor duplex.
Step right up to witness pure evil in it's most ominous state!
Who shall be the first to plunge a stake through his heart?
Or fall in love with him?
It's time! They'll eat! They're hungry for fresh meat!
Through the shadows, a stalker rises
With the vices as my chompers tighten.
Coming around the bend with those latex bat wings
Creeping up behind her pilferring innocents in heartbeats.
The last I saw of her was on Halloween, she was dressed in a red dressed and sniffing up LSD.
Soon he came in a suit with his head tilted back.
Bloody smiling, incest deriving, comatose in two fangs
Then in dreams it will come, like a stampede of rotten bile saturating, overstating, the incubus is on the prowl.
Now they entangle, in a fight,
Now it's time for pure chaos.
Spilling her vinnagrette all over the soil.
Clicking hooves
With the stoplight named pressure
And pressurized mentions, over cook's acts.
Shooting stars never die.
She carried herself with noose in hand
Hands still in ever moment of tranquility.
She held my hand
With a once unloosened grip.
She mocks the devil with every footstep.
Values cannot change.
Shooting stars never die.
Clad yourself in mystery and illusion
Shampoo fixture alleviates self pity.
She hangs herself with a sillhouette of her soul
And she mocks the devil as she dances.
Shooting stars will never die.
I won't let them.
Flower dress.
Untamed hair.
Dirty face.
Stinky head.
Earthly hands.
Dredded mess.
Grateful Dead.
YEAH! HIPPIE!
Acid Trips.
Flower Power.
Flash backs.
Deforemed baby.
Missing soap.
Phish tickets.
Bug cuisine,
YEAH! HIPPIE!
And digest our intestines,
Breathe feeling into you.
We'll breathe feeling into you.
Swimming in a sea of blue notes.
So I'll plan this murder for the martyrs.
As we drag around this carcass
We won't need excuses when
It comes down to the Apocalypse.
Swimming in a sea of blue notes.
Hear the silent cry,
Of your people!
In this awkward stance
You'll destroy the innocence of a lifetime.
Crying beneath a bench
As you hug your porcelin God.
Bring me to my knees.
And Bronson gives me love diseas.
We're taking care of business every day.
So come over to my sand box,
And let's play!
And this, is the life, of TOM CRUISE!
We're in love, have you heard, THE NEWS!
The Nuge can't compare to your vernacular
Because babe, your just spectacular.
No pants, land with KABOOM
Let's jam in the work out room!
I have no torso!
Silver snakes!
Blue baracudas!
Orange iguanas!
Red jaguars!
Green monkeys!
Purple parrots!
Yellow Hyenas!
Steps of Knowledge!
The Jungle Moat Crossing!
The Pharos Tomb!
The Shrine of the Silver Monkey!
The Amulet of Life!
The Temple Guards!
LEGENDS OF THE HIDDEN TEMPLE!
In a slight misgesture, their acuteness will digress.
It's like a failing sky dive, as the sky dives into you
You'll feel your lungs express the deepest of airs
You'll feel your face salute the slightest of smiles.
The blood has readied its artillery
For a battle over the capillaries.
The harmonics are sent to keep beauty in war.
War is beautiful to the unseen.
Baby on the rocks! Ratatata!
In the soup car coup d'etet!
Open up stakes stating the obvious while mimicking their insights in black black black night. Running past hindsight and lighting up behinds. Their journey is now complete, now let us relax. And in the end, they were just playing a game in their own house. There was no harm. They were kids. Although behind the suit was a guppy. He was getting high on murderers.
Baby on the rocks! Ratatata!
In the soup car coup d'etet!
And we're coming off
And we're coming off,
So turn off your head set!
Pass through nasal passages!
Sufley my own senses!
Feel my womb now opening!
Feel my frail head cracking...