It's ok
Everybody has to die some day
I'm fine
We're running out of time
Okay say I
Lets fly
Lets say goodbye
Do your worst
Let my voice go hoarse
Let the wind blow
Roll me around like dough
Let us get crazy
Manipulate destiny
Let us get spacy and wasted
Destroy our faces.
Lets
Lets.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
long intricate solo with loud vibrations.
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Thursday, October 8, 2009
What name might pay.
She keeps this bogus pumping straight to my heart.
She eyes me like a Pisces as well, I am weak.
No kids forgive none just yet.
Black sheep gone.
Black sheep run.
Something in the brain.
That slipped my mind.
Unknowing co-authorship.
I fall like I get depressed.
May there be.
Me too brah.
I try, I need to practice.
Bury the living she needs.
Blood to maintain.
Her homeostasis control.
Of depth and perception, no hello.
Give us conversations.
In the alley of our dreams.
Come on and and take it.
I'm tied to a diamond.
We are dying machines you groom.
Defecations, redesigning multiplications.
Grooming these defecating monsters and sheep.
Groom yourself to look good.
Go to yourself and find a room.
Look at those shrooms.
I think I might sell.
Me as a product.
Oh wow.
Defecations, redesigning multiplications.
She eyes me like a Pisces as well, I am weak.
No kids forgive none just yet.
Black sheep gone.
Black sheep run.
Something in the brain.
That slipped my mind.
Unknowing co-authorship.
I fall like I get depressed.
May there be.
Me too brah.
I try, I need to practice.
Bury the living she needs.
Blood to maintain.
Her homeostasis control.
Of depth and perception, no hello.
Give us conversations.
In the alley of our dreams.
Come on and and take it.
I'm tied to a diamond.
We are dying machines you groom.
Defecations, redesigning multiplications.
Grooming these defecating monsters and sheep.
Groom yourself to look good.
Go to yourself and find a room.
Look at those shrooms.
I think I might sell.
Me as a product.
Oh wow.
Defecations, redesigning multiplications.
Yeah.
Bear your throat for the revelation
The end and beginning start now
Raw feelings control puppets
Us masters think us so smart
Us are they, us are naught.
Pull it down and have a fit.
Can't control, makes you hid.
Snakes are cunning.
Foxes are sly.
We can hide.
Can't deliver this might.
We think our cause is so bright.
We lose ourselves.
And its done.
We might not change, but we remember.
We run.
The end and beginning start now
Raw feelings control puppets
Us masters think us so smart
Us are they, us are naught.
Pull it down and have a fit.
Can't control, makes you hid.
Snakes are cunning.
Foxes are sly.
We can hide.
Can't deliver this might.
We think our cause is so bright.
We lose ourselves.
And its done.
We might not change, but we remember.
We run.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
October Revolution is Wilson Project
Truth to be told
Im tired of
What you gotta do
Is feed it
Or spin it
Weird eyes shine blue
Strange photos represent
Nostalgic memories
October Revolution is Wilson Project
Feed on systemic economic loss
Our ears hear this blast
Now we awake, and we explode, now we fall
And we die to live again
These things
May make us insane
Sane is falling
It has been a long wrong
But I think it nears its end
And now a new road begins.
Im tired of
What you gotta do
Is feed it
Or spin it
Weird eyes shine blue
Strange photos represent
Nostalgic memories
October Revolution is Wilson Project
Feed on systemic economic loss
Our ears hear this blast
Now we awake, and we explode, now we fall
And we die to live again
These things
May make us insane
Sane is falling
It has been a long wrong
But I think it nears its end
And now a new road begins.
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