Fascination

Shooken to Casper. Illustrate beautiful disaster. Flight of
 the mothership lift to badger the male-factor. Marionette 
vs. the threat of wire cutter function. Stereotypical 
grinch bashing your pumpkins.
Plug. Try to count up your warrior hatchling batch before 
gestation segment ended and head a platoon of embryonic 
remnants to the game board. Release Japanese beetle swarm 
to counter the spread of bitch crops, demolish the harvest 
and herd colony out immediate. One massive attack. Hunted, 
confronted and gutted. Most pungent component cloned in 
outrageous bunches.

From the grimacing faces to the knots in my shoelaces, I'm 
a show you all the phases of a fuck up. Plucking the petals
 but every rose had its thorn. Consider that first warning,
 second will be good times, laughs and epitaphs. As a 
matter of basic principle next I set my boat a sail.

I won't always be there for your tugging on my coat tails. 
Family stuck. Voyage of the S.S. Martyr. Who you think put 
that unseen iceberg in the water? Manufacture flotsam and 
jetsam from out your charter. We got the once pushovers 
pushing back a little harder now, blink. I think I can. I 
got grips. Muckraker major spin circles 'round sunken 
ships. Walk an invisible city of lost clans and he's 
jealous cuz my silhouette had more dimensions than his game
 plans.

CHORUS
Fascination. Fascination. And everything I do I'm 
fascinated with, That's why I pass the hated wasteland with
 a grin, cuz in the end I got my passions while you splash 
in a puddle of trying to pick apart the puzzle. 
Fascination. Fascination. And everything I do I'm 
fascinated with. That's why I pass the jaded grips of 
competitors who initiate disturance with a smirk, cuz I 

feel I got direction in my work.

And everything I touch magnificent. Picking apart a drunken
 township. Sitting in the rain rusting the nails my crown's
 bound with. If I had an anchor I would lay it in the dirt 
and mark today the day the earth stood still while I 
complete my search. You honor delusions and falsified life 
comfort systems as boy in the bubble huddled up to simple 
simon subtle. Born tomahawk. Shock the peanut gallery 
loopy. Debate the cutesy, groupie, cupie doll community. 
And I'm hung in a virtual skin and bones emaciated ringworm
 circus freak bloodthirsty intern trainee urchin feast with
 a delectable style compiled of that which stands to buff a
 child's yellow brick vision of slick living. I observe the
 stories from my fire escape observatory. First I herd the 
glory, then desert the herbs that word it poorly, 
understood? Well, maybe a pat on the back for the lucky 
losers who truly felt they were born to touch the music. I 
catalog cats as welcome mats, and for the ones insisting on
 dimming the stars I wipe my snearkers extra hard. I wish 
upon a penny toss that every servant will betray his 
gatekeeper and leap to reap the freedom fighter mad galaxy.
 Huff the war gas vapors and cram hard for tomorrow. 
Brother, I own twice my wiehgt in patience. Be it padded 
cubicle or beautiful tomb, I'll be listening 'til you 
whistling that more suitable tune.