Coming in from all angles
Coming in from all angles
Coming in from all angles
Coming in from all angles

The ringleader, blatant liar
Spit, ether, razor wire
Dig deep, at the fossil spit
Pocket prodding, good and lying

With the eyes wired shut
Wired sky stuffed, comprised of height
And kite fly fluff
AKA cloud poop,
I allow you to arouse mood

Magic action, wow, poof
Gone with the wind
Resting against the breeze
Releasing a chest of bree

Ecstasy, sex, kept it brief
Rapid like phone cords
Slow swords, stabbed in both forks
It's froze gawk
I'm nose whoring, oh so bored

Iron in the surf
Violent swings at words
Diet drinks and turds
I still wink at nerds
I see them flirt with razor blades

And paper shade
Don't waste away
Your shapes amaze
The blaze of babes
Paper chase
Flakes of fake chafe
Nape, plates of bait

More punk than punctual
But less than a lesson
Red etch, pin prick, skin slit
Bled essence
Sick thoughts, dirty, nasty
Bathing and blistered
This is a result of ulcer salt
Parting in distance

Wrong, right
Yes, no
What, why?
Head, toe
When all I wanna do is run
When all I wanna do is run
When all I wanna do is run
When all I wanna do is run
Ahhhh

Pretty colours, mish-mashed to pitch black
Sit back, watch the wind stack
Rosy cheeks, his cosy seat
Slowly reeks of dead roses
And only speak in Mozambique
Disoriented, worried and jaded
The cologen agent, orange arrangement
What if the ages got locked in the pavement?

Cobbled stone smoke rings
Hovelled hope choke string
God'll know those things
Are chocolate coated clothing
Twink, ginger glasses
Are when distance passes
Sinking harvest brings to a new cheap bastard
Rich lipstick glass
Sarcastic asses

Return to sender
A give them a Fender
A Gibson tremenda
Decision for mender
Division, death as an instrument
Tentative legs and with
Pencilled in for excellent length and width
Capacity, atrophy, wrapped in cheap
Black, tacky treats, hot
Captain Beef, captured dreams

The mind-body dualist
Blew a kiss, with eucalyptus puke and piss
Corrode a breath and soaked, forget
To blow the (?) stench
Poke and pest the folks and let
Ropes rope and choke
The broken neck of the chosenesque

Wrong, right
Yes, no
(When all I wanna do...)
What, why?
Head, toe
When all I wanna do is run

More punk than punctual
But less than a lesson
Red etch, pin prick, skin slit
Bled essence
Sick thoughts, dirty, nasty
Bathing and blistered
This is a result of ulcer salt
Parting in distance

More punk than punctual
(From all angles)
But less than a lesson
(Coming in)
Red etch, pin prick, skin slit
Bled essence
Sick thoughts, dirty, nasty
(From all angles)
Bathing and blistered
(Coming in)
This is a result of ulcer salt
Parting in distance
(When all is said and done)

More punk than punctual
(From all angles)
But less than a lesson
(Coming in)
Red etch, pin prick, skin slit
Bled essence
(When all is said and done)
Sick thoughts, dirty, nasty
(From all angles)
Bathing and blistered
(Coming in)
This is a result of ulcer salt
Parting in distance
(When all is said and done)

More punk than punctual
(From all angles)
But less than a lesson
(Coming in)
Red etch, pin prick, skin slit
Bled essence
(When all is said and done)
Sick thoughts, dirty, nasty
(From all angles)
Bathing and blistered
(Coming in)
This is a result of ulcer salt
Parting in distance
(When all is said and done)

More punk than punctual
(From all angles)
But less than a lesson
(Coming in)
Red etch, pin prick, skin slit
Bled essence
(When all is said and done)


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