Aesop the brain tease. Anyone have any ideas? Odessa's some place in Ukraine where some Jews were massacred...(wiki)
(I fixed some of the lyrics)
My zero hour snuffed doc, where the marked the day the mirth burns
The time alotted, knotted loops around the plot. It boycotted the wattages, toys for the prodding of the rotting bottled hostage,
Once i doubt-filed me under useless playtime trinket think it smirked worthy well, your with me, from the icicle sweat to the self pity
Sickly thread bare slid back my needle point life willow, man I purposely spun straw to gold to lace each last stitch perfectly
His big kick off snuffed out on the day that 'mirth burns' or when laughter starts to hurt...Time consumes you and clings to your plot, your sob story. It boycotts the 'wattages' (your electricity your power)...and all that stress acts as toys that prod your little world. A rotting bottled hostage. (Like a pickled egg)
Then you file yourself as 'useless'. Your new self label of 'useless' smirks well as you try to relate to friends. Cold nervous sweat and self pity...
shit i dunno but i wanna know! I need to hear some new angles all i've got are these emotional meanings..
Aesop the brain tease. Anyone have any ideas? Odessa's some place in Ukraine where some Jews were massacred...(wiki)
(I fixed some of the lyrics) My zero hour snuffed doc, where the marked the day the mirth burns The time alotted, knotted loops around the plot. It boycotted the wattages, toys for the prodding of the rotting bottled hostage, Once i doubt-filed me under useless playtime trinket think it smirked worthy well, your with me, from the icicle sweat to the self pity Sickly thread bare slid back my needle point life willow, man I purposely spun straw to gold to lace each last stitch perfectly
His big kick off snuffed out on the day that 'mirth burns' or when laughter starts to hurt...Time consumes you and clings to your plot, your sob story. It boycotts the 'wattages' (your electricity your power)...and all that stress acts as toys that prod your little world. A rotting bottled hostage. (Like a pickled egg) Then you file yourself as 'useless'. Your new self label of 'useless' smirks well as you try to relate to friends. Cold nervous sweat and self pity...
shit i dunno but i wanna know! I need to hear some new angles all i've got are these emotional meanings..
Anybody have any thoughts??