Big Bang

Well, so we meet again
(He said he's grown spiritually since the last time)

Ok, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects
Where the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh
Poison functions accompanied by six armor-clad
Black horse and buggy mechanism

Tucked the portion of my severed vision
The gathering of loose ends in a bucket
With a shoestring budget
Every man's got a field to plow (I know that now)

But it's like, man I really can't afford the oxen
Fe fi etcetera
I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin'
I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone

I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin to paddle back home
I get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention
By eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences
Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering

Now when the groom presents the ring
The bride commence to blistering
This textbook magnificently prude
Prototype king beserker module

Inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal (Treasure)
Treasure
Loose cannons span the starboard bow of the clippership
Dipped in truth famine pressure
Cabin fever meter pegging ludicrous
Beautiful cartoon trooper
Swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar

I rock ready, aim, fire
While ya'll rock ready, fire, aim
Then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame
Merit badge marksman, or poacher?
It's all the same
So I lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be
Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a 'Yes sir', sir
Yes, sir
Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone
Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig
Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things
I'm a burn with this little light of mine
And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be
Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a, 'Yes sir', sir
Yes, sir
Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone
Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig
Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things
I'm a burn with this little light of mine
And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang

I'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population
Bottle neck effect, sorta born deaf
Alien of shallow alchemy
If you gon' metamorph the basemetal to precious
Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the pesants

I'm floating the homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window
Left an S.O.S infested bottle nested in his grip so
With a prayer circle release party and heartly wild bellow
I observed him fly ten feet then drop the bottles to the devils

Fertile circle turn fertile crescent via bad investment
Despised every second, but I guess I learned my lesson
If I made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim
There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system
Sticky panoramic contaminant planeted

In conjunction with phantom assumption
Gutterbug alumnus candidates
Well, I promise you I'll man the lighthouse
Just to help guide in your ship
If you promise to help pull this out my lip (Bitch)

Godspeed, strait-jacket and ragged approach
To circle suns via folklore pollutants
Derive strictly from a B.C. generation disgust community movement
Alluding to a 'No blood given, no recognition' life manner

I was us up all night with a rusty hammer
Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered
But uh, that certain lack of avail
I sail a choppy lot with buoyancy like a bucket of rocks (Bucket of rocks)

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be
Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a 'Yes sir', sir
Yes, sir
Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone
Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig
Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things
I'm a burn with this little light of mine
And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be
Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a 'Yes sir', sir
Yes, sir
Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone
Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig
Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things
I'm a burn with this little light of mine
And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang

Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin bigger by the second
Check it

Ok, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell
I shook buddy system wisdom till the similars repel
I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit syndicate jackals
I'm broken arrow to the fuckin' bone (Broken poem)

I don't really believe in God
But God, I'm scared to death of God
I swear to God, I never meant to spill the beans
Nor tear the pod
It's like I hike an acre unimpressed

And slept on the sabre's edge
Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite pledge
I wanna know myself
Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves

And still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls
I push the ghouls to man overboard
Pull the bulls onto my sword
And buckle down in a corner chair with a round table floor

Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar
Got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar, slide over
The recipe's design unplug the appetite for continuity
By stitching together an esteemed congruents beautifully

I peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers
Cauterized the wounded heads like
"Gimme gimme something major"
Road side prophetic, ascend well (Well)
Enveloped in a mummy ribbon system
Blistering in a wishing well
Big Bang