thought is a purification process a thousand pieces in the jigsaw of beautiful mistakes

throw your hands in the air if you don't care hands in the air if you don't care alright stop lying stop lying nothing is to be dismissed as normal i ain't scared of dying but i'd be lying if i told ya that i wasn't scared of watching the possibility of my dreams being realized dim down to nothing holding on to hoping is the only holy ghost that i know cheerio to bomb's away all in a day's work and we wonder why the nights feel so lonely thank god the bars and pornography exist just for me i'm noticing slowly that i'm being steered to a state that's quite weird where it isn't really clear what i can and can't feel how my everyday appeal is measured by imaginary ghosts that i talk to with my thumbs on my cellular phone i hope nobody here is telepathic cause that could be disastrous and i don't believe in passes i'll be cheering 'em on as they fast track a process reducing me to ashes now why am i convinced that my death is so real? now how am i to answer all these questions that build when i seal away my thoughts as embarrassing? exchange details of my stories with some labels you'll agree with life is just one big metaphor for love (x4) i think the internet is a tool for observation of humans for the ones who depend on the swaying of said human psyches' to feel powerful enough to fight death a subtle science to destroying shit especially if that shit is thinkin'

ginger beer sipping while looking through the fog on another clear morning i know that the difference between me and these stories is that everything is boring you came to the doorway and said hey (hey) it's time to do something have you made your decision i tell you every choice i ever make i made already moment i was born you ask why i sound sad tarot card reading and after dark sittings in the park when it's supposed to be closed i don't mind it it's only two blocks from my home and besides weatherman said the night would be calm you're busy scraping bubble gum off of your shoe you hit me cause i laughed when you stepped in it i just liked the touch of it what i can't say now i'll write later in a poem and i won't show that shit to anyone cause writing poems is corny man i'm awfully lonely but your cards said that i should focus on the things that i'm feeling right now then later i'll find power cause the things i went without taught me lessons i can use in the war that's going down i don't know if that's true but it makes me feel better just to know you understood how difficult it was to be me the night fills me up with something i told you you were beautiful and you were pleased

alright now lets see if we can change the rules a little the rhythm of the boogie to be the boogie to be the boogie to me is really nothing muthafucka (2) whus up with the pussy (x16) i go to war travel stars to drop them draws (for the pussy) all of ya'll go to dances grab the wall (for the pussy) ain't no telling who's about to get involved (with the pussy) we done fucked up the mentality of ya'll (who got the pussy) now as painful as it seems to you it's awfully quite painful to the wanting of a scenic view of all the other patrons i done been across the planet to prescribe infatuation to the ones who don't believe in you despite your altercations singing whus up wit the pussy (x16) the guardian at the gates says wait and i can't stop lady stop for what ok your feelings been hurt ok i know what that feels like but can you trust your mind when the situation feels right immaculate conception nother bastard nother blessing might just plaster all my feelings watch the master of the minions attack the soul flowing like nectar from the flower we pretend to be in love for the power whus up with the pussy (x16) they're fighting god i don't think they can win (x3) but maybe if they keep fighting they gone find god tonight (x2) whus up with the pussy (x8)

the one who's been waiting for you really? that is very surprising to me because i'm like wow you've been waiting for me for four years? four years! jesus i watch you. try to get with you. but now i can today. and my idea is what does she likes of me? ooooh, i like everything. maybe you have been watch some of my movies to decide this, yes? yeah, i'm a fan of yours. some girls are scared of me no not me i'm not scared of you i'm turned on by you really? i wanna fuck you so hard mmm. (backwards sunny) whussup with the pussy pulmonary imports gender genocide in the legendary pimp wars strip in front the censor say it with your chest and let them feelings wiggle through you all the things we try to avoid if them people own your scholars they can call you what they will none of my niggas really know they power hiding in the closet from the way they feel your safety blanket won't save you first we try to hide the things that we ashamed about then we try to hide the fact that we ashamed then we call it pride to help us play it off a steady suicide growing up is what we claim so many hidden angles and it makes me very anxious i suppose the smell that fills my nostrils when i left my face to air is what fucking keeps me here there's a million begging voices in the concrete tonight cause there's a million begging voices in the concrete tonight (Sunny) You gave to me your all and all and now i feel ten feet tall oh sunny one so true i love you they don't fuck with ya'll no more i didn't think it'd hurt so bad ease the pain so welcome to the world of unreported murders realizing further there's many things unheard of and passing through a surge of people shaped urges a great night to be alive at least that's what they told us on the telly there's a message for the many concentrating in the belly of the beast is very scary are you ready heavy heavy living barely living till 80 throw confetti throw a party even though you aren't steady while your kids selling pussy on the corner get up on us stoners loners telephone us with the modems telescope is now in focus put a cage around the zoner make him lonely holy moly now the only way to solve this is to pay up same language different station put a blanket over all the information don't tell em what they're facing make em us imagination they'll be terrified and pacing back and forth a million faces looking to the sky for grace with eyes vacant (Sunny) You gave to me your all and all and now i feel ten feet tall oh sunny one so true i love you They don't fuck wit ya'll no more I didn't think it'd hurt so bad Ease the pain Goddammit I'm a lying ass bitch rewind that shit read the fine ass print naw nigga you don signed that shit you done promised this all your promises are a year older happy birthday happy happy birthday we love you cause you're here and we're happy that you're worth it perfect oh will you come back to the jungle will you come back to the jungle oh will you come back to the jungle with me

just imagine for a second that you're me hearing the sounds you moan readily while we're fucking not knowing if these noises are coming from a place of honest feeling or if you're acting so i think that you like it it's frightening to think that you manipulate a moment of passion into a fantasy to make me believe it i feel so lonely with these thoughts how can i share me when i'm up against a secret a taboo a leaking of seas while you're pleasing the me you create in your mind either building a shrine or a dungeon often the same in the moment of crawling to the sun from the ocean below you label your descent and you hoe yourself for surviving the means in the show all the fiends get to know what a wonderful hole you don' dug for the love that you hope you were right to say no to it's not many lovers it's one lover that you use other lovers to destroy you're not fucking you're masturbating with toys called people and wondering why you can't see any equal a sequel to me isn't easy to see in the present but set aside what you know now when you think about the essence of your thought in the tuture glory hallelujah praise to the pussy ain't everybody in on the game that you playing they won't say a damn thing but it hurts when it rains and your pain drowns away all the cheers of the crowd it's here and it's now goddamn i done went around this whole damn street all night i feel i fucked up when i picked a side i roll around and claw at the memory of eyes my memory aligned my memory aligned goddamn i done went around this whole damn street all night i feel i fucked up when i picked a side i roll around and claw at the memory of eyes now blind me till i die blind me till i die it's not many lovers it's one lover that you use other lovers to destroy you're not fucking you're masturbating with toys called people and wondering why you can't see any equal