It always was something to think about to name a song after a name when you actually mean something else totally. Sitting where its most comfortable makes you see things a whole lot different from what you have always been seeing.
WHAT WITH THE WAY WE SEEM TO BE HEADING...
I turn on the TV and all that i see is tragedy, of pain and suffering
People pouring out their hearts and bleeding their souls.
I turn to the other walking hand in hand turning to death still breathing...
walking zombies and hoping that our brains really move us to see....
Hahaahaahahaahahaahaha
The jester laughs at the 2 children donning the heavy metal jacket...
"To war you off to little ones??? sons of the endless death race...."
looking at each other they say: "someone's gotta fight..."
"ringa ringa roses... pocket full of... aaaaahhhhh i forget... but what i do remember is WE ALL FALL DOWN.... hahaahahahaahahaha"
They pass the jester laughing to move to an endless calm of waiting rotting... under the carnage of bodies writing in ecstasy of a love inculcated in the world of the dying sun... once humans now sold to their world of unquenchable thirst for the carnal... fluids flow and a smell of stallions neighing...
2 but of innocence growing within walking... they got make the difference or the body collapses.
up ahead amongst the writhing and the aching and the moaning... sexy, sweltering and throbbing they meet DICK... ahahaahahaahaahaha...
a mountain of unclimable heights and proud standing laughing and oozing power of limitless...
"2 of the 44 what brings you here....?"
"We come to make a difference... the body rots and we come to take steps..."
"in the middle of throes... ahahahaahaha..."
mocked the 2 little ones walk one not stopping X and Y.. they implant in DICK... a change was needed...
evolve and change... adapt and XandY make a difference in offspring... DICK just goes limp...
WHAT WITH THE WAY WE SEEM TO BE HEADING...
I turn on the TV and all that i see is tragedy, of pain and suffering
People pouring out their hearts and bleeding their souls.
I turn to the other walking hand in hand turning to death still breathing...
walking zombies and hoping that our brains really move us to see....
Hahaahaahahaahahaahaha
The jester laughs at the 2 children donning the heavy metal jacket...
"To war you off to little ones??? sons of the endless death race...."
looking at each other they say: "someone's gotta fight..."
"ringa ringa roses... pocket full of... aaaaahhhhh i forget... but what i do remember is WE ALL FALL DOWN.... hahaahahahaahahaha"
They pass the jester laughing to move to an endless calm of waiting rotting... under the carnage of bodies writing in ecstasy of a love inculcated in the world of the dying sun... once humans now sold to their world of unquenchable thirst for the carnal... fluids flow and a smell of stallions neighing...
2 but of innocence growing within walking... they got make the difference or the body collapses.
up ahead amongst the writhing and the aching and the moaning... sexy, sweltering and throbbing they meet DICK... ahahaahahaahaahaha...
a mountain of unclimable heights and proud standing laughing and oozing power of limitless...
"2 of the 44 what brings you here....?"
"We come to make a difference... the body rots and we come to take steps..."
"in the middle of throes... ahahahaahaha..."
mocked the 2 little ones walk one not stopping X and Y.. they implant in DICK... a change was needed...
evolve and change... adapt and XandY make a difference in offspring... DICK just goes limp...
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