So I heard y'all wanna float...
Yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing
With a shoestring
Prime directive selects reflective
Aviation bathed in mood swing
I'm broke; I know a walking corpse
That spit icicle dagger to slit throat
Quicker than you can prove
There's four letters in hope (h...o...p...e)
I paint a portrait of myself,
Bored life inside the tortoise shell
Tortured, orbiting Hell's orchid,
Intrigued but not compelled
I smell a hint of charred child flesh
Sweeping through my corridor
More than one canteen,
A liquid caffeine
And eclipse the slaughters now ?
Is the villain of my Kabuki hologram
As I hobble with hollow hands,
Please pin the nozzle
We see intent to reinvent dream application
With homage to ancients
But honor modern replacements
Circling now basics, fresh
I'm Bilbo Baggins,
With stilts tippin' the peatree dish
Beached fish on the shores
With a feast of wits eats the corpse
Divy the servings and study the traits
That deemed killer breed credible
That's a harp of a different color,
Yeah, but the song remains identical
I am not a crook (crook)
I cook the wick at both ends just to blend
That element of chance with my
Tight rope leaf life, sight beyond,
I reign where hunger pain got begone
Belong to something civil saint
'Cause this Rembrandt paints on
And it's a tall canvas,
Lodged in the gut of Atlantis
I'm pretend(?),
Impressive lungs,
Some truly learn what a death chant is
I alone personify mankind's collective soul
As the result of one angry Zeus fist
Blistering pulp cult evoked
Face it, place it on the shelf
Next to the portrait Mommy gave you
And the day it rains but y'all pose
By the slave ship anyway (how sweet)
Make it rain 'till the lead be grain
My face is a combine of Father Tom
And his sweetest concubine
Whine, and it saddens me
Like televised c
