One two,
Eyes and ears that can't see clear and cannot hear
There's a monotone cerebral drone that interferes
Shrouded and concealed like a crustacean of this deep sea
My reciprocation faces a hindering agony and an uncertainty
I know there's more than what is bled obviously, i know there's layers that not any foolish eye perceives 
Paradoxical depth behind every breath
Beyond every single commonly counted death

State of blinding bewilderedness compromised my fervent, it was the trailing and tracking of my deepest descent
Foolish actions cut me off from many of my threads, we're just fools learning lessons with every moment we've spent
One, two 
hands making auriferous, honing that craft into something truly lustrous 
Seeds to be sewed, inhabitants of growth 
Rid your air of grey permeating smoke


Foolish Pupil Pt.II

Hooked On Monkey Phonics

Tell me something, friend, is it fun to be alone?
Look up at the sky, and away from your phone
Glimpse into the stars, face the questions of the unknown
Maybe even spot a ministry monitored drone
You missed it, and the info it took
You were too absorbed to even take one look
Artificial stimulation is a stimulus imitation that's rapidly plaguing this whole damn generation.

GO ON CHUMP, WASTE DAYS, BLAZED N CRAZED IN YOUR FOGGY HAZE
EAT YOUR MEAGRE MEAL AFTER YOU PRAY OF BEING SOMEONE ELSE WHO'S BEEN BETTER MADE




Fake congregation of profiles and simulations combined with emotions and manipulations,
Why we doing this obtrusiveness? Our 15 minutes of fame is useless 
Soon enough you're lost with the rest of the users 
Only summoned by the hardcore abusers, 
Who maltreat worship (2x) violating their computers 
Honey, do you even memorise how to kiss? 
Honey, will you ever express to the fullest? 
Can you face much with that anxiousness? 
Like a beautifully raw extended silence...
Only getting brief kicks, and the quick rush you get is completely fixed
False display fucking with our heads
Conjuring up all that deep emotional shit.

Your body's robotic 
Your body's robotic and run by a computer cyst

Engulfed by your inter web abyss
circumventing the picturesqueness, and the,
Innate quintessential bliss
Your body's robotic and run by a computer cyst.
Your self reverence is no longer present, neither is your physical presence
You're just a stonned, cold interweb peasant
Non-exceeding false hyperbole identity.



Chump

Lyrics:

Aaarrrrrrrhhhhhhhhggggggg!!!

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey.

Reversal Crying

She put her leg on the desk, and said "Baby, let's make a mess."
Now, I ain't one to protest when I see those hips in that dress.
I said, "Okay. Let's rock the room! Leave this place with a boom."
Outsiders won't know what to do, thinkin' we've been invaded by a zoo.
But we're just two girls having fun. Not on the beach, or in the sun.
But, burrowed in each others legs. Cling to the bed like human pegs.

Chica De Tijera

Release

Bodacious Beaches

When U Point Ur Gun

no room, don't move 
we choke soon
soon is not soon enough
for this

why don't they say things like they mean it
and why do they habitually repeat it

We Choke Soon

I like you
She needs you
And she'll come
Through for you

I like the idea of you
You like the idea of me
But it's all fantasy
She loves you for you

She came for you

I've tried to dote on you
But I cannot conclude
She loves you, you're her need
She is your devotee 

She came for you
Stop making sense 
Just take a chance

I won't be here for long
She's here holding on
I'm passing like the breeze
She is eternity


She'll Come

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We fucking hate each other.
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