Nurses run the ER like a
Pound drome on a popsicle stick
And run their mouths like rabid animals
Begging for a liquor medicating human nature
Until it nurtures the future schtick
Running cuts through core doors of Instruments and IV drips
IVY league kids trading financial aid
For Cocktails and midnight hyperbolic
Remedies of cartoos from
The nineties and naked night
And make 3K from a payday
Like Andre being cast out and an outcast
I have a reason to be quiet than a reason to be loud
'Cause the music is the reason my life is positively changed
We've been granted the freedom of
High Speed internet and confirmation bias
It's a riot once you warm up to the boys
We have loud instruments and
Even louder toys
Instrumentals and the prowls
Of power lifters
Noise making packs fill the railroad
To land at the summit to the valley's
Joys and the wave of the guns
Guns are 21 salute fire back to the Fallen and
Retired junk drawer in the Glove compartment of
The cadillac calling
Back and remove the mansion
From the child
All you have left is the canal
Buried in a route
But I often find myself trying to find Myself choking on the bleachers
Soaking on the beacher
Hoping I'm a pitcher
Joking for a breach I'll abondon the abdomen when I feel I've
Laughed too hard to breath
I'm not entitled to your respect
But I'll accept your generosity
Cause the price tag is so close to Funding my funny vengefully
But centuries have sensually centred The accesible century celibacy
Create a monster religion can demolish Sensibly so sentence me
Cuff and all tough and sprawl the law
Of The land demands I get one phone call
So I'll order around the drinks
For everyone involved
Cuff my wrists make a quick list
To make sure each little fraction of a
Faction of my heart's demise is resolved
So buy the bleach with down so I can
Smell the scent of warm laundry
When you bury me alive
I love the way you take notes when
I talk but you keep them bottled up
Inside in life when I am gaining is
Far Better than when I'm losing then
I'm not losing anything
But how badly you want something
Doesn't dictate how much you deserve
It surviving I have one last song to sing
Don't give me the Beatles
It's a little too generic
I will be drown out in the noise
And I can't feel like I earned it
Give me cran funk railroader
Something in between keep my head
Frozen in a box behind disneyland
To give the oceans the keys please
Whatever you do just understand that
When I'm gone you will still
Accept the truth
That you are loved completely