The study isn´t peer-reviewed, it´s one peer-less Student getting weird in a room Putting the human condition through a series of wretched labors
A Herculean dozen to plug in your emulator Updated for home version-ers, who board up in they teepee Treating personal misfortune as horses of Diomedes Me? I´m up to my neck in Nemean lions A pride of idea-eaters, plus, weevils in the rice thins Own worst, snubbin´ upper management I´m managing a thin skin, the coveralls are pangolin Slang from the valley of calculated endangerment Danger conservationist, constantly in the way of shit Came in like a wrecking ball But really only maintain thanks to the five second rule Vortex staring back from the reflecting pool
They trying to separate the Jekyll, via centrifuge
Presto, keeper of the keys, I been keyed into the tempo I can see a team leader reaching for the red phone I can tell you who won´t even be at the crescendo XO, change-o Day of hail storms, ricocheting off the rain coat I can see your trail guide waiting for the payphone I can tell you who won´t even make it to the late show Presto change-o Presto
Just a little somethin´
Just a little somethin´
Little fragments of what happens when you plug-in After having been unplugged, it feels emphatically disgusting Just a little somethin´ Little "Pardon, can I borrow a lighter?" Cuing a little flashing back to the apartment on fire Just a little somethin´ Little surgeries and docu-series murderers And run-ins with the concept of object permanence Just a little somethin´ Little get the cake, little celebrate Then celebrate again when you give it the hell away Brain on black smoke, belly on the breed of lamb That couldn´t leap the sleepy fence, and fell in his Harina P.A.N
It´s me, you fucking dummies, I forgot the code word Old dog, dogs continue to eat his homework, what? I seen y´all, job sucks, picked last No rhythm, not tough, wack shoes, shitty tats Stupid life, stupid face, bad hair, sitting duck Dead alive, set the high score on who gives a fuck? I been several seasons with the cheetahs in the tall grass To me it´s all an impala with no hall pass All that balderdash, all these talking heads Futzing with the public good, hawking hate and spawning eggs Then they wonder why the kid is swinging from the chandelier Body painted safety orange, screaming out, "The champ is here"
As if it´s not a healthy response To whatever type of zealotry you presently on, wrong Presto, keeper of the keys, I been keyed into the tempo I can see a team leader, reaching for the red phone I can tell you who won´t even be at the crescendo XO, change-o Day of hail storms, ricocheting off the rain coat I can see your trail guide, waiting for the payphone I can tell you who won´t even make it to the late show Presto change-o
Pitching for the Pigeon Hill Road Molly-whoppers In a first to a million or model for jolly roger
It´s bad news in casual clodhoppers I hop over cops and robbers and godfathers Stark white knuckles on the wheel Jesus never took Unless he needed me embedded in some lingonberry bush Off the 495, otherwise, I blame it on the fire and ices Fifty years of fighting for his pilot light It doesn´t take the keenest of empaths To know you probably feeling irretrievably dead last A steadfast emptiness, maybe aggressive idling Maybe a forehead to horn, engine off entirely Every offed head grows back multiplied The secret is you close the cut and cauterize Eye of the pyromancer Here to ride the realest lightning through the driest diorama, like
Presto, keeper of the keys, I been keyed into the tempo I can see a team leader, reaching for the red phone I can tell you who won´t even be at the crescendo XO, change-o Day of hail storms, ricocheting off the rain coat I can see your trail guide waiting for the payphone I can tell you who won´t even make it to the late show Presto change-o
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