breaking it down like a bold lie. bury it down like it's bad wine. a sense of relief oh sweet victory!
but there's no escape from biblatic prophecy.
this is not the course of old. this is not over.
laying it down on luther king street. a sense of despair you may never meet.
secrets swept up by the sleigh. burn the wrinkled hand and just watch it fall away. this is not the course of old.
this is not. over time we all will justify our hells.
to each his own as his own as his own mind builds this cell.
at the end of the day he turns out the lights to his office. and turns on the lights to his car.
and it says: "you did a wonderful job today." when fat pigs fly you'll be waiting.
when fat pigs fly you'll be salivating.
this is nuts. this is not the course of old. this is not over