's real except what I feel Time is standing still again How many hours can a minute hold? It's no wonder I'm a thousand years old Oh me and my head alone in my
s real except what I feel Time is standing still again How many hours can a minute hold? It's no wonder I'm a thousand years old Oh me and my head alone in my
leashes to the rear of the cohorts of conscripts and auxiliaries. The pitiless Iron Phalanx and their Lord Militant Commander had assumed position at the head
, it hangs like a wren with its neck wrung, as did the bells in my quasi commode where I have to shift my head to see where my pillow goed, some mornings
digits religion Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget Was created by ancient midgets My kamikaze cronies Listening to Ozzy over Rick Rock's chords Doing quasi
me, Goo! All the kids would always beat me, until I'm half-dead Make fun of the size of my forehead But that shit never bothered me, Mama and Mother They
. Umbrella dome pin-pricked in lights gonna be a big sky night. My spectacles, my white lab coat my coffee thermos and my notes. I pat my pockets
holds, it hangs like a wren with its neck wrung, as did the bells in my quasi commode where I have to shift my head to see where my pillow goed, some
Help me release my godless soul, the rain I cannot bare. My life was filled with lies and greed, yet so full of fear. Rescue me from life by death, then
listener through the speaker (Is that your beeper?) No it's my phone, I got it on-beeper-and-vibrate I rock's it for my people til my people's pupils
sky. Umbrella dome pin-pricked in lights gonna be a big sky night. My spectacles, my white lab coat my coffee thermos and my notes. I pat my pockets
page, the AK lines Call my dawgs on stage, we okay nines My note page is a cage with barb wire lines My pen is lightning strikin' down my rhyme I hurl
religion Might sacrifice pigeon's fidget Was created by ancient midgets My kamikaze cronies Listening to Ozzy over Rick Rock's chords Doing quasi religious
