Indolent

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips

Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips

And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit

Sloshing back and forth across some continents

All that talking it ain't got no use

when it's just mal digestion that's been haunting you

Along with reflux opinions from your ulcer moods

You're just a litany of horrors like the evening news

But off somewhere in a New York flat,

benzedrine derailed rants of immeasurable frenetic praise

That cauterize before they save

All the truth now in how you're lying there

Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet

All the truth now in how you're lying there in

Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek

Slapped like a has been by syntactic gods

Whom which then help you find your glasses but not your lower jaw

And you don't want to look surprised but you're in constant ahhh!

Ain't no fig leaf big enough to hide your dicktion flaws now

Teeming pools of alphabetic shame that spit out

Infinitely indolent verbs across your page

Who dig their claws instantly into some nouns legs

If once your manuscript just limped now it's become quite lame

But off somewhere in a New York flat, they don't deal with things like that

Just immeasurable frenetic praise that cauterizes as it saves

All the truth now in how you're lying there

Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet

All the truth now in how you're lying there in

Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek

All the truth now in how you're lying there

Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet

All the truth now in how you're lying there in

Angelheaded elsewhere for the past six weeks