And you thought you knew what was right
Hoping and praying all those nights
We're all poets here
We all sell disease
To pay our immunity

Design me like your maker

And you thought you had a clue
Your first born babe it was blue
While cleansing the righteous hand of man
Well passage to passage
You thought you had a choice

Design me like your maker

Come on now with your blueprint
Come on right down to a t
Design me

Design me like your maker

I know I could never ever be that
But I'd do anything to see it
To witness an invisible beauty
I'd do anything just to touch it

Maker

what a beautiful morning it is
doesnt mean im not pissed
what a gorgeous day it is
doesnt mean that im not pissed

in fact, im probably pissed
im probably pissed out of my gourd
something is pissing me off
dont be a brave catalyst

cuz then its a bubbling mess
hard to clean off the floor
nobody knows how to 
handle that shit anymore
then its the scene of a wreck
hard to put out the flame
nobody wants to
deal with that shit anyway

what a wonderful dinner this is
doesnt mean im not mad
what a peaceful night it is
doesnt mean im not mad

in fact, im definitely mad
im probably mad out of my shit
something is making me mad
dont be the one boiling it

cuz then its a bubbling mess
hard to clean off the floor
nobody knows how to 
handle that shit anymore
then its the scene of a wreck
hard to put out the flame
nobody wants to
deal with that shit anyway

and i cant place the blame
on anyones poor frame
cuz i'm a bitch.

PYST

knaeph

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