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Hold tight the hangers
Wet cement swimmers front crawling through their manors
Eye stabbers, neck wringers, skin picking scammers
I watched them all sliding down the ladders from the sky
Meet your suicidal gooey eyed attackers
The little wet brain splatters on the sheets
From the shootouts that rage between your ears as you sleep got you shook
I love it when shit gets obese
So you can slash a hole and let the fat trickle through the streets
Options for failure: Blame your old man
Or pick a partner and paint yourselves pink and hold hands
Like twin fasses
Dragging floral print baggage
Comparing dead bugs and superficial wing damage
We've all juiced a couple grim gashes, taken licks, sold powder, puked up and switched planets
Normal
So I ain't fucking with your checklist when every winning soul is in that bin marked defectives
"Blessed are the meek, but they ain't gonna inherit a single penny shred of meat or drop of medicine from me mister savour!"
Barked your favourite ignoramus his tight fists bleeding on his pearly white trainers
Stainless, controlled by one plastic button
That triggers a sudden jet of blood to end any discussion
Geeks in the towers like "fuck em!"