created for 24 hour song writing/recording challenge
-jon ditty (rhymes)
-dj one up (beat)
-dj drok (cuts)


CarcinOgen, heart cathartic bark and not complacent
Stamen- I’m aiming the frame of my deco-baroquian painting and feigning
Like I care and like you care to reproduce the cycle over misnomer
While my pendulum maintaining it’s axis twice moreover sober
Cut the mortar with the brick… layer; air
Was my friend until I found its use to be the naysayer
Oppositted of my demeanor gleaner misinterpretated
I got a problem with the way you draw conclusions with your ear
Peer or NO peer OF my own, I don’t see through the peephole
My door is always open for a walk across the threshold
Echo echo; deFECTed ecto-perCEPted wall and all veneer
Just wait, I might go buy a pair of Reservoir Dog shears
Cavorted a mix of assuming the fixED of what you believe to be true in the basis
A numeral funeral lootable oodles of ruse and rootable to
The every last godforsaken fraction of pride and owning honor
What might be known is honing bones inside a home that doesn’t conjure
Up any; if any affected by me, I’m sorry and I retract it all
And that’s the human feat—admitting defeat with which to fall
Back on; clap off clap on the light up in the attic
Static addict is if instigated I won’t return the favor
Manic move my expectation to the forefront
Hollow if you don’t perceive the problem then you are one
I’m an advocate for learning numbers on my first hand sources
Before I drop the bomb I confrontate what’s more important it’s...

HOOK 1x
Think before you speak
Don't spread rumors
If you don't have something nice to say, don't say it
If you first think with your mouth, your brain's blown all over the terrain

Art is not the defense in whatever I try and contest
But it helps to be honest, honest…I’m calling out your bomb threat
The second in which all advances are made prematurely and assuming the Q.E.D.
Who he be? Get’s boxed in consequently
Consequence of my resilient ex post facto strangely brilliant
In the flowers where I planted heart that grew to be extension
Of aortic passion, axing off the antonyms
Amputate the phantom limbs; activate the inherent good within
If that isn’t recognized, I don’t what it will take to placate the despicable trait
Of a human that rumors in what institution to sacrifice tumor or tomb in nuisance
Own up to who WAS throwing who under the bus?
I’m up in arms alarm the guard; are you not disgusted by the way it was brought to attention?
I have open office hours, walk-in and make an appointment
Ointment disjointed from a conversation never conversated 
Token to a person not confirming with person it regarded
If you don’t meet half the way then we are back to where we started

24 hour song

Lyrics:

I’m sick of having fun, honestly 
What gives one the right to say that their time spent is more worth-while I’m starving out my stomach, lining
Boundary, that’ll be the day the tables turn 
At least by then I’ll amount to that which’s not now mine is handicapped
Parked indeterminate, terming inert and vertically permanent posture 
The work to get work heard has got a kink in the wire 
Tap my focus is tone deaf, the motive is bone head 
Per severe perseverance like that matters to most dead

HOOK 
Everyone’s entitlement to anything is running out 
And everyone is running to imaginary spending 
On a dream of a life that you can’t afford 
Half of me is bigger than the other side is speaking for 
And half of me bent on living life on being comfortable 
And I don’t want to think about entitlement anymore

All bets off, Halloween murder spree impending 
A wrenching of every tool in the tool shed deadened 
Like to harvesting a money tree in October autumn 
By winter it’ll bear no fruit

Fa so la ti do my routine rooted rudimentary 
Aristocratic gallivanting outside of the cemetery 
Seminary set of semblance, how to know my knowledge 
This paper in my pocket supersedes what’s in my head 
Haddock home and elapsed don’t 
and cannot hope to command a throne 
Very evil below the sea to where you pass the sharded remain unknown 
I keep on telling myself that I’m just naturally selected 
I guess in turn the worthlesser are naturally infected 
Affected, like you and I are of the bourgeoisies 
Or like I’m struggling to keep myself not poor while it’s 
Carving jack-o-lantern cavity to digest pit 
On another level pursuit of a happiness

You and you don’t account for every second of the day spent 
Working harder for the same made by the same decision making on a 
Whim to which you risk what you have worked for in accordance to 
The promise that you one day will be just like them...

project: SAVE c.a. hircus