skech185 & analog(ue) tape dispenser – not so garden كلمات اغاني
we don’t really matter! when we will is a while off
we’re dust collected to legs bred to f-ck and eat mild sauce
corrupted in our heads. fed to the public whose now lost
wipe the brow off from the sweat that formed from such an elegant beast we created, crated and tossed
left for the thorough we blame for decay to sustain while claiming its gone
but the song never changes
the faces grew mustaches and accents
and take action again the fistful who won’t sing along
and i refuse to hum this evil! seen (my) heroes widdle down to “town fools”
drowned in dumbed drool after i found i won’t talk to stupid people
so where does that leave me? don’t lynch the subversive!!!
or mention a wordsmith with a penchant for pinning a person
like the weight of the words should be third grade and thats real?
i’ve studied the cracks of her lips like paintings and noticed the only thing fading is critics saying that its fading and that’s ill
the standard staple for hating. murals drawn across the “gracious” hands shaking the hands of the greatest
now tell me how does that feel?
i used to be a radiohead now radio’s dead. mtv found him belly up on the bed
gun’s made of television. used to try to tell him “listen”
clear channel leaks out of radio’s head
i used to be a radiohead now radio’s dead. bet found him belly up on the bed
gun’s made of television. used to try to tell him “listen”
clear channel leaks out of radio’s head
stare at this tortured child bejeweled. drums tuned drone. soon the dance starts
clowns depart adult sh-ll at canned laughter after the arts drove fleeting
hands dirty from selecting elected “ancient” by an off and on season
on the otherside of the looking gl-ss the ghost in the sh-lls bleeding
i’ve seen steam leaving the eyes of an honest man. his hand continued devoid reason
emasculated m-sses mastered the art of half heart so second nature i sometime fear speaking
seeing such is the p-ssage of time…
it’s said, amongst the -ssorted static, i’m saddened wondering whether time keeps curtains open for fame?
or fading to black is fashion?
they were just here!!! yet the foot prints barely lasted like a good year rarely happens
shadows of a bygone era of “almost heroes” in flashes
binary k!lled the urban legend and left them faceless
some say its the seedless gluttonous consumption divorced from travel
a privelage ant-thetical to this cultures collage of hunger… perhaps this is just babble
“if you stand on your own, people will sit and watch” i often say as often amongst this worker ant youth
i wish would break sh-ll
i understand now, the gr-ss is greener it just decays well
i used to be a radiohead now radio’s dead. mtv found him belly up on the bed
gun’s made of television. used to try to tell him “listen”
clear channel leaks out of radio’s head
i used to be a radiohead now radio’s dead. bet found him belly up on the bed
gun’s made of television. used to try to tell him “listen”
clear channel leaks out of radio’s head
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