Blue In The face

Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in a center fold by ugly 
tenements
Oh Distribute sour inhalants regulate lobby development
Today summon the rug rat oblivious to what's delicate.
Tomorrow siphon imperfection out the fetus prior to selling
 it.
There is a brain in the thicket tap circle cupping the port
 to accord it
Teeter thorn storm plunges more but conformers the 
pouring's half the entry
Plated pearly gates a chanted axis with high gentry hinging
 our binging on public picket fencing Squirming in terms in
 conditions of un-sati fact destiny magnet
Where the ebony should of cracked shit ratio tragic
Lose sight suit oh mavericks clash at futility pageants
I post froze in a blaze at a grand combustion
A leader's deception connection wiper with a barn responds 
his friend
With an eye socket full of needles and a will to die for 
nothing
And that's glory abide thy crass itinerary barely suitable 
for common slum cats
And the lemmings will follow you to the blood bath
All aboard that awful train through shames patch where I'd 
trade my window seat for one pane of replacement stain 
glass, see I've battled the gods of opacity
I don't mind yall looking in, its just watching sim city 
steam slips under my skin
And im about half way to nausea, half way to contempt men
2 halves post made a dance evoked a whole lot of resentment
Build a pen around master dome patriarch close to four 
peters
Woke to rope cubicles combines with combines suitably 
ingenious
Let's soak my feet in lake infinity the time vibe strapped 
to dignity my symmetries vivid image still cant mimic the 

victory comfort is a crumb and I'm numb as fuck
Yet some prefer the hum and others tend to suck the life 
out of the crux like
1,2,3,4 and im a hug dummy hug the hungry pull the lever 
push the button
Drink the garbage split the homage reap the harvest target 
everyone
Beckon eyes idols that have a malleable colony till the 
fire ant dropped the sweet leaf grief your dreams a needle 
in a needle stack claiming safety pin physics
Baby tin blizzards collide while ole iron sides trust the 
rivets
I'm sick of the picker the litter soaking the spot lit when
 I know they know they owe all thanks to the end all Aesop 
Rock shit watch this

Build me a home; build me a home of brick and wood and 
everything good
With a front porch where I can char fire flies by night and
 smoke stogs till the day meets twilight, build me a home, 
build me a home with a green grass hill with runing a water
 in a backyard with a sandbox and a garden of foreign 
flowers build me a home with a basement and an attic where 
I can store remnants of the day I once slept in build me a 
home.

No skull is sacred in the races
Locked in a pagan doctrine watching born again faces gamble
 up patience fail blatant
Oak currents the end of war paintings stain plague 
community harking as wrapped
It's overlooking out crops. Give you one life to laugh at 
catalog bliss on the least common attachment 10 seconds of 
glittering silence pilot is flight redefine stagnant
Most emotions host an entire lesson congressional less one 
stone merely for the exceptional spectacle now listen the 
pause heed tall falls the voidance of the suit dispersed 
await a straightened arrows a perfect circle has been 
fastened to the blimp side buy in my grin and clusters 
that's better than colony my own fathers son is the holy 
ghost suck that theology I king for a day of peasant for a 

pleasant life blood on the easel and my eagle eyelids spots
 runaway pirates look I despise squatters with a ohh cry me
 a river a quarter how'd you afford that dog and sour 
dialogue I put my hook in the pond I put my worm In the 
hook I put my trust in the worm that he'd bring me 
something to cook
I felt a tug on my line and I lugged a trash can on my pole
 with a note from the worm attached that read thanks for 
nothing asshole simple parables of nature making character 
giddy and riddle me a similar situation mix city quick but 
your honorable a lot doors to the monks blood thirsty 
barracuda serpents and report on powers of devil treatment 
church links im a fence sitter lips torn by both polars and
 their working I can only model throttle at the dream 
catching matching a patchy holist with a sovereignty 
harbored and charged my hate breed in a minute he's picket 
spitting stitches to fix the britches in the gaps one night
 I broke in bridges give us traps and tried to walk to get 
stogs just like hop scotch between polar caps and im, blue 
in the face when every second is a waste of breath
Making that classic mockery of every step Oh build me a 
home, build me a home please with a light in the window and
 a red front door and a picket fence and a fire place and a
 sturdy frame and we can sit I'll tell you something that 
you really want to know.