Bon Bons

No amount of meds could solve that corporate crisis
But still I self-medicated
Offering locks up to the death of an era
No sigil could've shielded better

Grass dances and black light visions
Are setting the stage for magick migrations

Made a game I couldn't kill
A weight of kisses even now

Passing notes in foreplay class with no after
Master class in prophet endgame
Nation's showdown on a public profile
Psychic link's upgrading O.S.

Singing songs for all the psychos
Yes, I broke from staging the freak show

Made a game I couldn't kill
A weight of kisses even now
Break every yoke of night desire
Woke in strange dreams of mine



Credits
Writer(s): Laura Taylor
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