Candide Skull Was Lost On The Desert - Aplós

I left you at a crowded garden
With ugly roses and a astrophysist
Acceptance is your burden, hard work is all you get
You dug from a horror story, Dust bites like a rat

Don't you want to run me down
Spill the blood all over town
Pangloss was fat, Pangloss was fat and round
But on his pants, he weighted a quarter and a pound

Many skulls scattered along the way
But all of them have met with their fate
Bruises turn to scars, threatining comes to play
You came so far to die on a game

Ladies and gentleman, come on and take a sit
Listen to a story of when I was a creep
Yes You're gonna be surprised, yes you're gonna thrive
As Candide fails to get the old joke of life

Sordid buttholes and girls playing clarinet
Is the world where horses live and the name I didn't get
Lying boys that believe in heaven

A lonely rider tumbles across the street
Destroyed by wars of fat and ugly pricks
Finds his friends and he wishes they were dead
Pussy and knowledge is a mix for a sad end

Cutted fingers become old legends
Driven by lost tongues of doomed passengers
Valyrian cuts steel, rain makes you gag
Survived a boring life, as the clock makes you sag

Candide was left at crowded garden
By you, you selfish strider
Hope brighten on his chest
And he again rode to another quest

Many lost souls he has found
And nasty jokes thrown on the ground
The sun was harsh and the sand was water
His head, he traded with a barter

So his s was lost on a skull
Skull of a man who lost his tongue
A dead wolf makes a snake crawl
Candide to dust, dust on a whirlpool

What do you say when you tell you're not impressed?
What do you mean you're disgust by the tale I set?
You came for a meaning of world at his best
And through nasty words I gave you my best