Hypnotized blue screens, the suns of attraction...
Pleasure is passed, rubber bags, life's potential...
ECHOING REMNANTS OF OUR IMAGINATION
The drive ways, the strip malls, the church next door...
THE POTENTIAL OF US IN BLITHERING AMBITION
In place of such manner we would benefit from...
ECHOING REMNANTS OF OUR IMAGINATION
A silence of souls crushed--- I spit to speak you hear clarity in chaos...
Fetish freaks in night dress with pity fit tantrums
The potential of us in blithering exhibition,
So here I am, in my femininity
A PENNY FOR YOUR DISEASE THAT RESIDES IN MY HEAD
A PENNY FOR THE FUCK FIT ME ENCOMPASSES
PARALIZED SMUT, BLITHERING ADDICTION
In mood abundant, in filtered falsehood's coat we wear the warmth... I am denied the potential of such
Manner in blithering exhibition...
ECHOING REMNANTS OF OUR IMAGINATION
The drool of sex suspect infatuation, intoxicate me with the shape of your love...
The beauty of us in blithering isolation
Fetish freaks in night dress with pity fit tantrums, the potential of us in blithering exhibition
So here I am, in my femininity...
A PENNY FOR YOUR DISEASE THAT RESIDES IN MY HEAD
A PENNY FOR THE FUCK FIT ME ENCOMPASSES
THE POTENTIAL OF US IN BLITHERING AMBITION
THE ECHOING REMNANTS OF US IMAGINE
Writer(s): Shearer Joel Jacob
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