3 years ago

This is a cry for help
but still not to you
It's for anonymous strangers
I'm addicted too

I disdain them
but they seemed an easy friend
I'll never apologize, it's my new religion

and none of those ever devised
cost as much as these cold permanent eyes
the weight of our inflated politic sandbags the modern mind

and no gaze of god or man could lie as heavy on you as the lense
I'm told I coulda been anything, but that I've wasted it instead

In my head
No, don't go back there again
I finally learned to steal
I'm sure you recognize pieces mfriends

In my head
It'll be better soon
sculpt my wings and learn to fly
until death in the afternoon

me and all my friends
want mostly something to believe
we wish romance more than a (smooth) transaction
shored up by conceits (and receipts lol)

my ex colleagues and I, got angry in the hot sun
we threw glares and affectations
but were too scared to fight or run

every generation is necessary, living sacrifice
to what they're parents wished was true and the future
It got them too this point

In their head
we wont be Abraham again
learned not to borrow from other times
I'm sure you recognize pieces of them

In their head
It'll be better soon
sculpt my wings and learn to fly
until death in the afternoon

all the frogs are gay now
and they're in a confused pile
the prophet tried to warn you
but you couldn't dare to think of pedophiles

human contraceptives
made their way downstream/Ironically
they're having trouble reproducing
Pepe's just like me

I didn't mean to call you gay (not that there's anything wrong with that)
I wasjustryna steal your melody
I mean if it gets me views,
this is my cry for help, from me to you

melody #22

There's something in the water
There's something in the stream
there's something you left in the past/neverland
leavenin your dreams (but it aint me babe, it aint me)

there's something in the sunset
something in the sky
return to the west on a cross
but not your parents ____
you have to swing way out wide

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