2012

I'm vintage '88.
Bottle these words until they taint.
I'm humming Nevermore in my head,
Mister Raven come tap on my chamber doors again.
God bless the butterfly effect.
Now i'm cocooned in my own chest.
Mischief never sleeps, mayhem wakes these streets,
Oh, Yellowstone, forget to peak.
Ohoh- I' seen the end.
I don't care, that date's open.
Uhuh- shoot me into the sun, I want to feel warm on my face again.
So get loose, get loose 2012 is coming for you.
Get loose, get loose 2012 is coming for you.
My happiness is suffering inflation [eh eh eh].
Put your chest in arrest on two counts of insider trading.
On all fours - call it domino effect.
We're all delusioned down on our backs.
It's Cluedo, and always me in back rooms or behind the keys.
Let loose the inquisition on my chest now.
I'm lost flock - stuck in the baby teeth of wolves now.
I just want to be a little too much to take,
but my bones are the only thing that catch breaks.
While i'm magnet to about all that makes her,
my radar beeps with misinformation.
We're suicidal moods vs bedroom door stoppers.
With the skeleton key to Davy Jones' locker [locker].
When it's time, hell will shout; "come on down".
Welcome 2012