Look Unsigned hype
Front line aeronauts flurry
Zero dark thirty
Zero friends minotaur fugly stepchild
Evoke lunch jumped over plunging
necklines
Up beside tongue tied hungry enzymes
Devolved into mothmen munching
textiles Punisher
Out past go time
Back 10 fried worms chubbier
Brown grass both sides
Canned food Manmade tools
Lanacane band aids mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick pancaked
shoes
And a handshake proof campaign
can’t lose Can’t gain
Smoke out moles like a force of nature
Pray fortune return to his favor
Swiftly
Maybe in the form of a nest egg
Maybe in the form of a tesla death ray
Or a solid gold scene with something
better to celebrate
Than powder on a face like a flatfoot
on jelly day
M m moral compass all batshit
Spinning in the shadows of immoral
magnets
Are we supporting the artist or enabling the
addict
I mean I guess it matters to me
I wish it mattered to you
How a thousand virtues
Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles
Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
Down down from a huntable surplus
to one
Down down from a huntable surplus
to one
Down down from a huntable surplus
to one
Down down from a huntable surplus
to one
Down down from a huntable surplus
to one
Check his own Breakneck pulse
Over colors in a drain
That emote sugar skulls in the rain
Flower eyes melting
Guided by a levy made of that tile tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill screen
No corner cut no build team
Only a particularly menacing
Angle perpendicular to everything
Boys room cherry bomb
Boy goon very much runnin' with the
devil in the mellotron Hello
Here’s where a tale of caution
Pounds coffin nails
To bootlegs of Hawkwind saw tooth
Nevermind straw to gold
Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith like a business card in a
jar at the mall
A alike androids dreaming of carbon
applause
Get stuffed with cartoon cigars
Cold pack neti pot home to roost
Around folk backed into what they most
lampoon
Shook to the fevered brow and
broke ankles
Daisy declawed pound no thank you
Fade me Failed all basic training
But I spent a couple groundhog days
with a changeling
Silhouette the god’s last cigarette
Anything less would be ri god damn
diculous
Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
Down down from a huntable surplus
to one
Down down from a huntable surplus
to one
Down down from a huntable surplus
to one
Down down from a huntable surplus
to one
Down down from a huntable surplus
to one