Being Of Image
Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs.with a pair of dull scissors in the yellow light.
Blue Gatorade is a color not a flavor,but blue is the most human color.Blue lips. Blue veins.Blue seas that are wetter, bluer, versions of the sky.Blue is the color of our planet from far away.
We are severely unbalanced. A chemical accident.Behind a thin veil of illusion we are nothing more than comic dust.Dust that is in our minds, not in our hands.But you told me know; embrace disposables.As you are left without a home like a rolling stone.Compulsive indifference is subsequently procreated.For our lives are like retractable pencils.If we push them too hard, they're gonna break.
Autobiographical raps are dancin' at discos and eatin' cheese on toast.But they know love is like a roll of tape.It's good for making two things one.But sometimes it comes off before you were done.
Miss the words of with the action do it all for your reaction.
School comes along just to end it.
Which is a good way to spend it.
But the history books forgot about us.We sit there looking at the faces of the strangers in the pages till we know them mathematically.Beneath these sheets of paper lies the truth.Stars are just old light and if I eat this slice of wonder bread will i feel better? Will i feel anything at all?
Gettin' caught in the machine we are gettin slim and slimmer, a broken record skipping in my head clear the boundaries of your desk. Smile wide for the camera lens. For i will never, ever unglue my lips from being together. But I'm not my own. It's not my choice.
Agreement practice is what they teach. Why teach what needs to be edited?Once upon someday those who claim to save us will enslave us. They sweat like demons through the speakers.But we let them go on cuz the silence is harder.You cant break that which isn't yours.But no one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake. Let go of the false impulsion you can make it.
Click and sip tropicana Americana since everything is plastic and everyone's sarcastic and if you kiss someone then both of you get practice.Today National Geographic was being to graphic when all i wanted to know was what was up with the traffic.
They cut down the knowledge tree.Chopped it down to make white picket fences.They made it past the enemy lines just to become enslaved in the assembly lines.So my internal dialogue began as i shut-up the little man in my head and i s t o p p e d the wheels from turning.
Then i made the hard decision and we each made an incision past our muscles and our bones to find our hearts were little stones.But the Bible did not mention us, not even once
Blue Gatorade is a color not a flavor,but blue is the most human color.Blue lips. Blue veins.Blue seas that are wetter, bluer, versions of the sky.Blue is the color of our planet from far away.
We are severely unbalanced. A chemical accident.Behind a thin veil of illusion we are nothing more than comic dust.Dust that is in our minds, not in our hands.But you told me know; embrace disposables.As you are left without a home like a rolling stone.Compulsive indifference is subsequently procreated.For our lives are like retractable pencils.If we push them too hard, they're gonna break.
Autobiographical raps are dancin' at discos and eatin' cheese on toast.But they know love is like a roll of tape.It's good for making two things one.But sometimes it comes off before you were done.
Miss the words of with the action do it all for your reaction.
School comes along just to end it.
Which is a good way to spend it.
But the history books forgot about us.We sit there looking at the faces of the strangers in the pages till we know them mathematically.Beneath these sheets of paper lies the truth.Stars are just old light and if I eat this slice of wonder bread will i feel better? Will i feel anything at all?
Gettin' caught in the machine we are gettin slim and slimmer, a broken record skipping in my head clear the boundaries of your desk. Smile wide for the camera lens. For i will never, ever unglue my lips from being together. But I'm not my own. It's not my choice.
Agreement practice is what they teach. Why teach what needs to be edited?Once upon someday those who claim to save us will enslave us. They sweat like demons through the speakers.But we let them go on cuz the silence is harder.You cant break that which isn't yours.But no one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake. Let go of the false impulsion you can make it.
Click and sip tropicana Americana since everything is plastic and everyone's sarcastic and if you kiss someone then both of you get practice.Today National Geographic was being to graphic when all i wanted to know was what was up with the traffic.
They cut down the knowledge tree.Chopped it down to make white picket fences.They made it past the enemy lines just to become enslaved in the assembly lines.So my internal dialogue began as i shut-up the little man in my head and i s t o p p e d the wheels from turning.
Then i made the hard decision and we each made an incision past our muscles and our bones to find our hearts were little stones.But the Bible did not mention us, not even once