13
Living root in the dead stump,
Luck will carry you down to passion's broken toe,
Fire hydrant personality,
Sweet girl kiss the broken mirror.
Electric dead turn the harvest,
Let the sky fall on the stars,
Mother piston feel the mind,
Turn like a bloody spark plug.
Cement souls in grass of Venus,
I've stood here thirteen times,
Rot drink in unison,
The wine of spit; good year.
Astral houses in iambic style,
Sculpture of a ghost in the fountain,
Eternity in a fools gold hemorrhage, Thought will muddy the motions cure.
Limp in the ecstasy forum,
Sky crowded the spectators thirst,
The thirteenth pregnant nurse,
Cured the no luck impotent doctor.
The wind just sings in the gutter rainbow, Was it love that killed the first lover lust,
Fly in the folded heavens lap,
Don't touch the nickel to the golden rain.
Groping for the air raid voice,
Insidious doubt in reality's tongue,
Lost in love potion number thirteen,
Evil swallows what good spits up.
Don't dance with fire on a floor of ice,
If a lady begs you with universe eyes, Power pump this earth station heart,
Touch the life-vein; death, hard pulse.
Luck will carry you down to passion's broken toe,
Fire hydrant personality,
Sweet girl kiss the broken mirror.
Electric dead turn the harvest,
Let the sky fall on the stars,
Mother piston feel the mind,
Turn like a bloody spark plug.
Cement souls in grass of Venus,
I've stood here thirteen times,
Rot drink in unison,
The wine of spit; good year.
Astral houses in iambic style,
Sculpture of a ghost in the fountain,
Eternity in a fools gold hemorrhage, Thought will muddy the motions cure.
Limp in the ecstasy forum,
Sky crowded the spectators thirst,
The thirteenth pregnant nurse,
Cured the no luck impotent doctor.
The wind just sings in the gutter rainbow, Was it love that killed the first lover lust,
Fly in the folded heavens lap,
Don't touch the nickel to the golden rain.
Groping for the air raid voice,
Insidious doubt in reality's tongue,
Lost in love potion number thirteen,
Evil swallows what good spits up.
Don't dance with fire on a floor of ice,
If a lady begs you with universe eyes, Power pump this earth station heart,
Touch the life-vein; death, hard pulse.
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Writer(s): Michael Lee Mcguire
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