Wise Wiggles
10-20-2013, 05:38 PM
I plant myself in my grave. Every night is my slave.
Depraved. Stolen. Rolling at raves. In waves. Is this staged?
Holding a flame. Scolding in shame. Folding my brain.
Molten in rain. Unspillable bubbler. I'm feeling I love her.
Killing the cover. Chilling. Discolored. A pillion have- uhh, you're
Ill as a sun burn. Ready to plagiarize some Raveneye's,
Which are delaying light. I'm waaaaay too high
So God cares? You're wrong to think it
Those cross-hairs belong to Jesus
Gross, arm chairs? I wanna eat it
I'm about as honest as ponzi slime, in this chronic of concubines
Just a zombie that's on the line. Chomping the rotten minds
I'm watching. Yes, Spawn's alive. Exhausting these groggy sky's
For all the yawning's that wanna die. Wash me. Lobotomize.
Found a couch in the clouds and it's comfortable here
Under the pier, I float face down in refundable fear
And this distrust I dip brushes in barely
Is a witch hunt when I script something with diligent substance,
Sorta scary to think, yo, so.. You only spit once, just rip up & tare me.
Hidden plots for missing cops, trying to dig what was buried.
Covered in pig's blood, a Carrie-Norman-hybrid
Can never bury a corpse in silence. Digital Portland-violet
Half fried, Harvey Dent Versace, Ben's a zombie
My ten's are sloppy like Gwen Stefani
Spit car fires, barbed wire writtens
Tar highs, with jarred spider lineage
Star diving idiot. Mogwai. Insidious.
Depraved. Stolen. Rolling at raves. In waves. Is this staged?
Holding a flame. Scolding in shame. Folding my brain.
Molten in rain. Unspillable bubbler. I'm feeling I love her.
Killing the cover. Chilling. Discolored. A pillion have- uhh, you're
Ill as a sun burn. Ready to plagiarize some Raveneye's,
Which are delaying light. I'm waaaaay too high
So God cares? You're wrong to think it
Those cross-hairs belong to Jesus
Gross, arm chairs? I wanna eat it
I'm about as honest as ponzi slime, in this chronic of concubines
Just a zombie that's on the line. Chomping the rotten minds
I'm watching. Yes, Spawn's alive. Exhausting these groggy sky's
For all the yawning's that wanna die. Wash me. Lobotomize.
Found a couch in the clouds and it's comfortable here
Under the pier, I float face down in refundable fear
And this distrust I dip brushes in barely
Is a witch hunt when I script something with diligent substance,
Sorta scary to think, yo, so.. You only spit once, just rip up & tare me.
Hidden plots for missing cops, trying to dig what was buried.
Covered in pig's blood, a Carrie-Norman-hybrid
Can never bury a corpse in silence. Digital Portland-violet
Half fried, Harvey Dent Versace, Ben's a zombie
My ten's are sloppy like Gwen Stefani
Spit car fires, barbed wire writtens
Tar highs, with jarred spider lineage
Star diving idiot. Mogwai. Insidious.