paroles de chanson mawkish - Manuscript

The vacant cry drag It's permeated in day dreams
Hurdling the unfortunately voidless space
To each that dying of thirst Simple administration of saline
Fatal persistence of memory
I was born amid reversion data hunting and gathering
For the sake of something less flattering
I've made it in the clutches of madness
All on some fuck the establishment shit
Hoards of pitchforks and torches
Any course of action legit
Sword and sandal romantic can't hold a candle to insanity
I'm down and out barricaded like Madhouse on Castle Street
What does Alice see
Fade to black and painted it bright
At the academy her veins collapse she say that it's right
As the satellite wane and wax we pray for the light
Calamity is a place to trash with an aim to reside
She made a masterpiece by way of splashing acrylic frantic
A fragile piece painted on a canvas

With the spirit of all her personality came in a flash of idyllic blended with
Sadness seeped though she claim in fact so resilient
Oh the vanities of Abrahamic religion
And until Adam and Eve can explain what happened to Lillith
I'mma sit atop this Tower of Babylon I've got questions and
Maggots for Algernon and a sequence for suppression
We at the brink of recession hence the hunger let us
Slumber now we strung along the slump the dawn of dumbing down
Duh duh dun and sound the thunder now and now the song I sung is loud
And how it calmly hung about the clouds until the sun is out
Escapes me caught in the wave of great awakening
My source the first born confirm the form from sage to diety
Beyond the soul search I saw a surge in short bursts
Conform and turn storms to scorched earth
Compose a war dirge It uniform a rally cry
To convert snake and pork to hors d'oeuvres Strive to pacify

Divided half the time and all decay decor the valley
From day to clouded apogee the state devour happily
Your fate in hands that never feed a thing except the recipe to lay the lethargy
They claim your energy and make you feel the penalty
Fatal brittle prospect little lost cog with early onset seclusion
The wise sage shaman cross paths with Miss Sosostris
With a wild pack of cards each face he turned had taught death
Way beyond the tolling bells that reminisce
A chemical kiss blow toward the pedestal that never resist
The venomous wretched abyss possess the torch singer
And as the fumes of semiprecious stones linger
Young sage dying faded in the hazy horizon
He bleed his beaten wings as he sang ro sirens
He bring the virus as he fry the central nervous system
Turn internal terminal burn victim