Smells of sex and pancakes and beer.
Tall grass and a shot of red in a dying landscape of untold fortunes.
RJ-45 tied in a purple haze and sweat and anguish and coleslaw.
50 cannons raging fire upon a peacefull village.
Plunder, rape, and soft spoken whispers,
Open cuts and closed doors.
Twisted bitch and skank upon a sea of golden roses.
Camels like to eat the sands of time.
George Bush and poison ivy.
Now is the time for nothing and something over again.
You are a cancer of this earth,
And I place my hate upon you.
Twist the nipple and spank the protractor.
Pleasure has overtaken math, with pain, combining forces.
Many pains start as pleasure.
Never follow your heart, love is a lie.
Tall grass and a shot of red in a dying landscape of untold fortunes.
RJ-45 tied in a purple haze and sweat and anguish and coleslaw.
50 cannons raging fire upon a peacefull village.
Plunder, rape, and soft spoken whispers,
Open cuts and closed doors.
Twisted bitch and skank upon a sea of golden roses.
Camels like to eat the sands of time.
George Bush and poison ivy.
Now is the time for nothing and something over again.
You are a cancer of this earth,
And I place my hate upon you.
Twist the nipple and spank the protractor.
Pleasure has overtaken math, with pain, combining forces.
Many pains start as pleasure.
Never follow your heart, love is a lie.