Keep It Spacey

The feel of all my guts
displayed here
The fear of the the trust
displaced here
It was a full-automatic
artificial memory
I'm talkin' groovy superstatic
transformative bullshit
And I don't where all the
charm in my face went
Is there room for all this
blood in the basement?
It was really organized
poke-em-in-the-eyes campaign
By then, we knew that they was liars
we were opening up champagne
So, I'm blurring all my words
Keep it spacey
I'm ignoring all my chores
I'm a baby



Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Cormier
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