The Flavour of "My Brain"

The flavour
Of my brain

Spit bilis in his bones and disable his abilities
Almost breathe the mercury
Who covers the skinny skin
Of the disabled sitting with curry
In his little fingers
A middle mindless give 'em filters
So please give me your right hand and the trigger
Use a knife it's an order
See me i don't talk with another
Cut it, it's simple, with precision
And a beautiful lumbrical muscle 'll be coocked
You exclam
It's delicious
My palm ready
The plan check it
And the right one choosen
Hey!, you cunt
You can crushed
Maybe you, look it
Also to finish it, obiously the facts in this pharagraph
Are a clinical constance of a psycopath
Respect

Of my mental disorder

Philantrophy being hanged by the misantrophy
Wisdom be breadth and run deep as God philosphy
This is a good feeling
A truth without any meaning
Come hatred the human specimen
Dead
Philantrophy being hanged by the misantrophy
Wisdom be breadth and run deep as God philosphy
This is a good feeling
A truth without any meaning
Come hatred the human specimen
Dead

Night game
Fight taste
Bills paid before prayed to my name
At the same, them over covered by gangs beasts proverb
Who really steals curtains?
Daily boom like Ali
Nally in tally
I analized aversions as a version magenta so replaced
The word for a world with some more
Sore doom siren sound like a roar
An arrows filed field over souls consume by my even horizon
Ate false hero costume
Mad villain and phantom killer, close to the flock
Fake civilian, dark sheep or black dog
Oh shit!, disgust
Oh shit!, disgust

Philantrophy being hanged by the misantrophy
Wisdom be breadth and run deep as God philosphy
This is a good feeling
A truth without any meaning
Come hatred the human specimen
Dead
Philantrophy being hanged by the misantrophy
Wisdom be breadth and run deep as God philosphy
This is a good feeling
A truth without any meaning
Come hatred the human specimen
Dead

This kind of pain gosth, painted
Kid seem, my beep, bot voice
Top me until the opportunity be and put a switch
The alter, yet evokes alter egos clothes
Throught monstrous thoughts in sentences
Sentence clobber existence
Creates univereses sets
Not peculiarity of mens
You bet understand it's an apo's brutality gift
This shit is most than a dress
Adress me as Vel, God, Truth or Amon
It's simple the word who make sense in your home
Anyway this way going to take all your souls
Blaptein so gross

Philantrophy being hanged by the misantrophy
Wisdom be breadth and run deep as God philosphy
This is a good feeling
A truth without any meaning
Come hatred the human specimen
Dead
Philantrophy being hanged by the misantrophy
Wisdom be breadth and run deep as God philosphy
This is a good feeling
A truth without any meaning
Come hatred the human specimen
Dead