Après Thee Dèclassè
I was a pussy in case he's a cunt
Mood is a friend, and I hope that it brings you down
I hope it brings you down
I was offensive or he was a twat
A face in the ground, and I hope it brings you down
I hope it brings you down
Nobody asked you, pretend like you care
There's a splinter in your gown, and I hope that it brings you down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I hope it brings you down
I'm glad that it's gruesome bloody remnants of Alice Ann Bailey
Unsweetened for your displeasure
Wheezing competitors
I have a hunch that knowledge is arrived at through abstraction
Music languishes in restive air
Earth angel abuse my substance
Sex gelatine miasma (yeah, yeah...)
Blavatskian Millenarian movement of theosophist scorned
Through mediumistic contact every tree
Dreams of blotting out the sky
She's in his thorn of crowns, and I hope that it brings you down
(Hopes that it brings you down)
Is it important to say black chrome rodents?
I really hope it brings you down
Even love has cold hands when logic is the enemy
Incentives to return into the sea caves
Joro spiders menacing the eves
Foreign voices beading on my hands and
I am the demiurge of dead books
One more story of lovers rock
What's your worst trance?
I score to hold you in perfect hexagram
I am a de-activist
Like birds of paradise lost
I can't wait until you love my rose
Après Thee Dèclassè, girl
Après Thee Dèclassè, girl
Every journalist a narc
Every journalist a narc
Fill your head with things you loathe
Fill your head with things you loathe
Lonely boy shitposting on a bench in McCarren Park
Photographer of coprophagic turrets
Insect strike a chord
The chemical castration of turning
Black chrome rodents of fallow seasons
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
He said getting hit doesn't hurt if you
Daydream decalcomania
Experimental prisoner crossed eyes
Sighs, liberation is too creepy
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
Don't look for yourself in trauma
Tears of worm worsen the nude
Mood follicles maternal erection
S and M addendum
Mood is a friend, and I hope that it brings you down
I hope it brings you down
I was offensive or he was a twat
A face in the ground, and I hope it brings you down
I hope it brings you down
Nobody asked you, pretend like you care
There's a splinter in your gown, and I hope that it brings you down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I hope it brings you down
I'm glad that it's gruesome bloody remnants of Alice Ann Bailey
Unsweetened for your displeasure
Wheezing competitors
I have a hunch that knowledge is arrived at through abstraction
Music languishes in restive air
Earth angel abuse my substance
Sex gelatine miasma (yeah, yeah...)
Blavatskian Millenarian movement of theosophist scorned
Through mediumistic contact every tree
Dreams of blotting out the sky
She's in his thorn of crowns, and I hope that it brings you down
(Hopes that it brings you down)
Is it important to say black chrome rodents?
I really hope it brings you down
Even love has cold hands when logic is the enemy
Incentives to return into the sea caves
Joro spiders menacing the eves
Foreign voices beading on my hands and
I am the demiurge of dead books
One more story of lovers rock
What's your worst trance?
I score to hold you in perfect hexagram
I am a de-activist
Like birds of paradise lost
I can't wait until you love my rose
Après Thee Dèclassè, girl
Après Thee Dèclassè, girl
Every journalist a narc
Every journalist a narc
Fill your head with things you loathe
Fill your head with things you loathe
Lonely boy shitposting on a bench in McCarren Park
Photographer of coprophagic turrets
Insect strike a chord
The chemical castration of turning
Black chrome rodents of fallow seasons
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
He said getting hit doesn't hurt if you
Daydream decalcomania
Experimental prisoner crossed eyes
Sighs, liberation is too creepy
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
And I hope it brings you down
Don't look for yourself in trauma
Tears of worm worsen the nude
Mood follicles maternal erection
S and M addendum
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Writer(s): Kevin Barnes
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