Non-working numbers are dialing themselves
In the midst of all the hurricanes we rain on the wealth
Putting labels on the shelves, we go and organize... A series of dissonant lullabies

Rivalry, rivalry... It's a jungle in this sea
The colors puzzle the means of the routines to turn to vaccines

When in the light when in the liveliness, we survive on this... just to make these moments exist

All aboard, lock the doors
Off to where?
The choice is yours
Just ignore the towers and towers of glances

But keep in mind the ride enhances the chances of possibly turning to stone...
had you know... you would have left the kids at home

Love's bent fourty degrees... as the clouds turn siamese

Romantic dances define the night and conclude this chapter and truly capture this consuming rapture

I sent my children out to play hopscotch on the gallows...
Distracted the wife and butlers...

As I inflated our ranch with... helium
The ceiling hung the feelings of the unapealing sqealing doves





For I am only an actor... I have played you once again
For I am only an actor... I have played you like my violin

Wild thing... you have beguiled me
With a compiled debris
You grew my knowledge off the branches of your willow trees

Now the sky is our paintbrush
The canvas is your gateway...

To the promised land


Lyrics submitted by theTyrant

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