Friday, May 06, 2005

Convert me.

I want to see your lies
In your eyes
Your disguise

Shape me.

Wear my masking
Like footage taped
Continue to scrape (the stories delicious)

Beaded like ties
On a restless, despise
Reality (like the program)

Jesus got into a fight with the Son
Who won?

Hypocrisy.

Put on your pissscentedperfumemadefromanimalbile

I mean, consumerism (you dig?)

Buy me another round of biodegrade – able
There’s a surplus on aisle 10, used condoms for sale

Feed me another daylight savings (shit brown like coffee)

She woke up thinking, “is this really it?”

strike that last comment from the record, or hit me with another one, Sam
(she pleads UNCLE)

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