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so I heard y'all wanna float...

yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring
prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing
I'm broke; I know a walking corpse that spit icicle dagger to slit throat
quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope (h...o...p...e)
I paint a portrait of myself, bored life inside the tortoise shell
tortured, orbiting Hell's orchid, intrigued but not compelled
I smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my corridor
more than one canteen, a liquid caffeine and eclipse the slaughters
now ? is the villain of my Kabuki hologram
as I hobble with hollow hands, please pin the nozzle
we see intent to reinvent dream application with homage to ancients
but honor modern replacements circling now basics, fresh
I'm Bilbo Baggins, with stilts tippin' the peatree dish
beached fish on the shores with a feast of wits eats the corpse
divy the servings and study the traits that deemed killer breed credible
that's a harp of a different color, yeah, but the song remains identical
I am not a crook (crook)
I cook the wick at both ends just to blend that element of chance with my
tight rope leaf
life, sight beyond, I reign where hunger pain got begone
elong to something civil saint 'cause this Rembrandt paints on
and it's a tall canvas, lodged in the gut of Atlantis
I'm pretend(?), impressive lungs, some truly learn what a death chant is
I alone personify man kinds collective soul
as the result of one angry Zeus fist blistering pulp cult evoked
face it, place it on the shelf next to the portrait Mommy gave you
and the day it rains but y'all pose by the slave ship anyway (how sweet)
make it rain 'till the lead be grain
my face is a combine of Father Tom and his sweetest concubine
whine, and it saddens me like televised casualties
I'll be hung in the village square in exactly five minutes
you don't want to miss it
I've been soaking up my discontent regarding the equation
I'm officially closed for consultation

I float
when everyone around me's busy drowning, I float
when everyone around me's busy drowning, I float
when everyone around me's busy drowning, I float


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    General Commentim pretty positive that he says 'i paint a portrait of myself CALLED life inside the tortoise shell'
    bengt12on November 11, 2004   Link
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    General Commentthis is the lyrical version that is included in the living human curiosity sideshow, the lyrics booklet that aesop released with "fast cars ..."


    so i heard y'all wanna float. yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring; the prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing. i'm broke. i know a walking corpse who'd spit icicle dagger to slit throat quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope. h...o...p...e. i paint a portrait from my cell called life inside the tortoise shell, tortured, orbiting hell's orchard, intrigued but not compelled. i smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my quarters, order one canteen of liquid caffeine and eclipse the slaughter. now is you is the villain of my kabuki hologram, cuz i hobble with hollow hands; please pan the nozzle. we see intent to reinvent dream application with homage to ancients but honor modern replacements circling now basics. fresh. i'm bilbo baggins with stilts tipping the petri dish, beached fish on the shores where the feast of wits eats the corpse. divvy the servings and study the traits that deemed killer breed credible; now that's a harp of a different color, yeah, but the song remains identical. i am not a crook. i cook the wick at both ends just to blend that element of chance with my tightrope dance. life, sight beyond. fire ant with hunger pain gut be gone. belong to something civil, saint, cuz this rembrandt paints on. and it's a cold canvas lodged in the gut of atlantis. some present impressive lung, some truly learn what a death chant is. i alone personify mankind's collective sulk as the result of one angry zeus fist blistering cult pulp in bulk. face it, die. place it on the shelf next to the portrait mommy gave you of the day it rained but y'all posed by the slave ship anyway. how sweet. make it rain 'til the levy breaks. my fetus breeds as a combine of father time and his sweetest concubine, wine. and it saddens me like televised casualties. i'll be hung in the village square in exactly five minutes; you don't wanna miss it. as a token of my discontent regarding the equation, i'm officially closed for consultation. i float. while everyone around me's busy drowning, i float.
    thetapehisson August 29, 2005   Link

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