Why this is unreal

I can't stand still long enough

To let myself freak out

Freak out

Hello there fella

Jesus

I'm on the jug again

With sheaths and pills

Invading all those stills

In a hovel of a bed

I will scream in vain

Oh please miss Lane

I'm pissed again

And walking through out city's neon lights

Discussing our whopping sick sequential lines

Wanna carve out our lives

Intangible of price

Trying to find what happened last night

I came upon your room it stuck into my head

We leapt into the bed degrading even lice

You took delight in taking down

My shielded pride

Until exposed my darker side

Puckering up and down those avenues of sin

Too cheap to ride they're worth a try

If only for the old times cold times

Don't go waving your pretentious love

Heaping on loads of complements he concocts every painable technique of exposing

Himself to the thrones of eagerly awainting merchant marines

Unaware of his own brooding nature the ex biker shreiks back across the infield

Lay me down and help despite take off their clothes and do dirty unspeakable

Things to the tiny ones waiting by the fishtank to take a bath that will last one

Thousand years

I came into your room it stuck into my head

We leapt in bed degrading even lice

With a little pain

My shielded pride

Until exposed my darker side

Puckering up and down those avenues of sin

Too cheap to ride they're worth a try

If only for the old times

Don't go wasting your pretentious love

Halfway out of a wheelchair the commie ex patriot art dealer slash pimp shoves cells of

Pure feeling into the mouths of innocent prostitutes begging for a better view of the

Real videos so that their own skulls evaporating into nothing while men of real wealth

Wash their penises in the open sores of one hundred thousand blinded children looking

For a better place to die

To die x 3

I canna bubba lubba groopa wanna getta trubba dubba lubba

Lalalala kakakaka buhbuh

Echo echo echo echo echo echo mother f**ker

And just chill B***h