Right Here (I)
Parking lot
Someone is forced to sleep
No discussions, capitalised tiredness on/off
When is dawn of men? Saw the saw of my brain
'Till the vision of my child goes home and on unclaimed
Parking lot
I find the woman's grief
Scrotum's in the pants of lie, no way it gets out from here
Stepping on the sludge, jet cream lair sees my star
Double peeking it from scratch, I love what you fear
Daydream and the cake-clean depression
Screw that pick in your head, you can solve
Someone has fault
Seamless as self
Faking your health
No one is close, you can't get rid of the smell
Parking lot
Is there a change in me? (Nay)
Hinges dancing with their thumbs, I have to join them - no wars, cause
Paralysed obsolete features of my thought
They function as my species forgot who we were
Getting ready to destress, fuck my head, fuck fuck
Take a sample of my guest, fuck my brain, shit fuck fuck
Daydream and the cake-clean depression
Screw that pick in your head, you can solve
Someone has fault
Seamless as self
Faking your health
No one is close, you can't get enough of the smell
You say you can't get rid of thy hail
You fake your well and see the patch of lied spliced bell
You partly live and it's enough for your clocks to end
Disguised abrupt avail had failed
Someone is forced to sleep
No discussions, capitalised tiredness on/off
When is dawn of men? Saw the saw of my brain
'Till the vision of my child goes home and on unclaimed
Parking lot
I find the woman's grief
Scrotum's in the pants of lie, no way it gets out from here
Stepping on the sludge, jet cream lair sees my star
Double peeking it from scratch, I love what you fear
Daydream and the cake-clean depression
Screw that pick in your head, you can solve
Someone has fault
Seamless as self
Faking your health
No one is close, you can't get rid of the smell
Parking lot
Is there a change in me? (Nay)
Hinges dancing with their thumbs, I have to join them - no wars, cause
Paralysed obsolete features of my thought
They function as my species forgot who we were
Getting ready to destress, fuck my head, fuck fuck
Take a sample of my guest, fuck my brain, shit fuck fuck
Daydream and the cake-clean depression
Screw that pick in your head, you can solve
Someone has fault
Seamless as self
Faking your health
No one is close, you can't get enough of the smell
You say you can't get rid of thy hail
You fake your well and see the patch of lied spliced bell
You partly live and it's enough for your clocks to end
Disguised abrupt avail had failed
Credits
Writer(s): Lavatory Service
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