When the colonial master came they were laughing
100 years later they still can't wash them off
Writing is a dangerous thing its destroy your future
Writing is a dangerous thing its destroy your future
I know what I am doing, suffering, cursing
In five years time all these Lexuses would be destroyed
And what then will you drive
What would you be sodomized for
Fie, hurting you just after doing good
We are their astral play things
Seperate yourself from the world
Every Woman and girl stain your psyche .
Making you dumb an imprisonment of. Sequester and stagnation
The goad of money the goad of the good life
Leads to a desperation that waste one
Understanding that all of life is suffering
Keeps the salve that reads calmly
There is no home in running,
Homes is in walking and dying inside
Water in the nerve, tomatoes cow hides and sugar
Never discount them
Millipede on the ground, lizard, geckos to vibrate pain to your tip.
Living with these animals is quite the demonic
Concupiscence like water On glass door waste you away
Let the arm wrestler win kiss her biceps and usee the mallet
Cut it off and throw it away, it ends all arm wrestle
Society wants your participation even if it's repulsed
Accept their noise and air inside it like Meshak
When you accept the fire, they get bored and fish you out.
In five years time all these Lexuses would be destroyed
And what then will you drive
What would you be sodomized for
Fie, hurting you just after doing good
We are their astral play things
Seperate yourself from the world
Every Woman and girl stain your psyche .
Making you dumb an imprisonment of. Sequester and stagnation
The goad of money the goad of the good life
Leads to a desperation that waste one
Understanding that all of life is suffering
Keeps the salve that reads calmly
There is no home in running,
Homes is in walking and dying inside
Water in the nerve, tomatoes cow hides and sugar
Never discount them
Millipede on the ground, lizard, geckos to vibrate pain to your tip.
Living with these animals is quite the demonic
Concupiscence like water On glass door waste you away
Let the arm wrestler win kiss her biceps and usee the mallet
Cut it off and throw it away, it ends all arm wrestle
Society wants your participation even if it's repulsed
Accept their noise and air inside it like Meshak
When you accept the fire, they get bored and fish you out.
Life is a chore listLoveis a chore list.
It existed in passing like a finger over a dusty plain
It will be covered again
So I participate halfly as should you, with earpiece I walk the bog
It will be covered again
So I participate halfly as should you, with earpiece I walk the bog
With sunglasses I hear the squawk
You sit down and read, that is what The flame of hell was made for
You sit down and read, that is what The flame of hell was made for
Overripe plantain goes rotten
You have been called to console
In the Walk we curse in the curse we twine and strangle
I must be their curse
Never rejecting completely, no hard caste
Wet clay.
The world doesn't exist it is a simulation
Over and over again, hypnopadia and essence sauntering
A waterboard of halitosis and smegma
What exist is your mind on its haunches bent tot a book
A child but never marry, run but never hurry,
Eat but walk it off, see but don't touch, listen but never believe
Reduce and never allow, earpieces and sunglasses
Smoke a cig, read sutras, watch movies and sit quietly
In obsequiousness excuse your self, shield your mind
And never ever truly live this farce
Never rejecting completely, no hard caste
Wet clay.
The world doesn't exist it is a simulation
Over and over again, hypnopadia and essence sauntering
A waterboard of halitosis and smegma
What exist is your mind on its haunches bent tot a book
A child but never marry, run but never hurry,
Eat but walk it off, see but don't touch, listen but never believe
Reduce and never allow, earpieces and sunglasses
Smoke a cig, read sutras, watch movies and sit quietly
In obsequiousness excuse your self, shield your mind
And never ever truly live this farce
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