Anonymous

Skinned knees on gravel lots, still haunt matriarchs
Rats under every radiator in the castle loft
How many times, is it, sorry, you go back to start
Pretty sure any day, my body's gonna coup'de aut
Pretty odd
Back at the rendezvous, the reservoir
Fryer grease, bleach fumes, sowing up some to-be scars.
I'm sorry, we just read this from your tarot card
We should lock you in and kick over the port a john
Its that iron clad myriad of mischief
In an anime tee, some joggers and a fat lip
That's still flapping like a gasping koi fish
Such a pointless diamond in the ruff
Boredom's never enough, losing my lunch
With my ill-kin, That's Tunch, still using a crutch
Destined to being crushed until dust in the wind
So everything's a come up, all i do is win

Names mean nothing, but I
Names mean nothing, but I swear on it, swear on it
Names mean nothing, but I
Names mean nothing, but I swear on it, swear on it

Rather be anonymous for this
Rather be anonymous

Losing like Kordell with some mad poise
Hearing George Orwell in the dad voice
Naps wont work here, getting too paranoid
Gather up your reiki just to find all of your cats toys
Beat
Different sort of isolate despair
An infinite loop of tripping up the stairs
4 stars, crash dummy, with some fire in his hair
Crescent moon on the forehead
Heart's visually impaired, right
I hang my vocal chords on the coat rack
Shake hands with death, walk past dad.
Smash a glass of bourbon or cognac
Fierce Diety mask, before you known Yak
I deserve a bow of respect from your grown ass
Not gonna hold back
Get the back hand from Yen Sid
With a bitch who rip your head off all praying mantis
When we get back from this trip to Atlantis

Names mean nothing, but I
Names mean nothing, but I swear on it, swear on it
Names mean nothing, but I
Names mean nothing, but I swear on it, swear on it



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Writer(s): Jacob Dahl
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