JunkHead - Eat your peas

They say nothing fills the void but is that true? In the land of gully walking forbidden in shoes with the peasant dressed noose. Hang it around my neck my voice is tired and old, no more will i ever walk this desert town alone
 
You're right I can't cope, this tired old fool is broke, tie that rope, tighten that nope, brighten what's been unbridled so. With a match box laying next to the floor
 
You'd know what to do wouldn't you? Or would you just laugh and point tell me a thing or two then leave me with my untied shoes, you're a pig but even pigs are capable of love even if their heart and veins carry no blood, just ash, nothing left not even cash
 
Easy as a cigarette, pitiful I do not regret, playin it over frets now play it all back again this road is a pissing can and the dog on the wall has had enough of it all. With the Carrigan hooligans
I'm using it you know of this
You speak of this?
Yet you do the switch?
Well don't you lie to me bitch!
I'm not the first choice kinda guy
But if i sully your mood you might give me a try and I'll cry, over spilled water in africa. In the Republica the new found enema. k
K to the millennium and it's parabellum
The twisted media undoing me phylogenetic
Diaphanous malaria,
In my well known area of expertise so beg a little harder as you're brought to your knees and feet.
 
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Bring forthcoming responses other then what we think of you, no no no we do not pick and choose no we are not dudes no we don't wear bright colours and sparkling shoes we take a look all around us and tie us a noose. His favourite ice cream is moose and he eats in the caboose. Feeding caribou. just know in the end when you wind up dead it's not gonna be me in your countryside bed it'll be the devil a vessel from hell when you yell, no one is coming to save you, when you try to rebel, no one even understands you
 
Jesus h Murphy christ Almighty she-wolf aka my hero aka my friend has come once again to salt the water and burn your ped friends be wary oh stumbled foe, as when we say so and say go we will take your fucking souls
 
Breathe, let me feel your rib cage crush between my knees you fiend, you prey on the helpless those with chains already on their back, you want them to save you? Take a look at your sack, it's filled with spiders, shotgunned cans and a handful of tacks, you will pay our tax and that tax is your life, i can end it right here with this neon coloured knife
 
Turning to the door, the ashes on the floor, the morality of the story is as follows break one other as you break another break a young son and tangle their father, you unholy worm, working on the dirt and pillaging the earth with your curse
 
I hate garbage i hate mice, i hate spiders i hate lice, i hate you and you hate me cut myself until i bleed stab myself until I'm weak. I hate mucus i hate slime, i hate the way this guy fucking rhymes i hate putrid i hate jaundice i hate their guts to show with, hate myself all the Fucking time, sh.it myself until I'm BLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND
 
Acetaminophen, lurks under neath the young soul skin, gonna rip a fuckin hole again, gonna watch his mother die again, when the cold shoulder rolling through life catches up on the path to fight it'll be your demise it will be a surprise and now you're strangled by all that you love. Now that you've been hooked up? Would you like to see my throw-up and my diseases, measles, newsletters about the upcoming Holocaust of denial, it'll take a while so just bridle and brisk every path in your way when the friends come they'll be coming to hate, that fuckin look on your face. That fucking big fat mistake that little bitch who packs it away
The Holocaust of denial
The brimstone structure in the middle of our lover
The time has come once again you are done
And the pain that stole our sun, will become undone by the bare minimum cause of my denial
 
Just my opinion but I think there's a better word out there lurking in a doorway like the ten bastard sons of an immigrant bricklayer the proud owner of the new cardigan sweater and the long forgotten player of the game we call life, at least it is bright, at least they won't fight, till they're pushed to their knees and when the ground quakes, swallows, then opens up underneath, this song is to me, by me, for me, and all the sorts. Next time you won't be sullied in shorts, next time there is no next time who am i to lie. When you got a face as red as a tomato because you are just about to die. From suffocation, asphyxiation, and enternal damnation. The end of the road is as cold as the snow and a witches tit rolled into one
Take a last laugh.
 
Kyle, all the while. When drinking monster and punching holes in the wall, all while Eminem is playing in the background, check on the vinyl record album, next to the parabel. Next to the cheese coated slime-ball greasy fuc k living in his
Basement using discord as his alimony, the broken window lies cold
 
The Germans first time we've been working on getting the best of him and his Kraut friends. We'll storm through the trenches and take back the French's land, come my brother's or alone i will stand, with my trusted rifle in hand, storm on the beaches while your brother lies dead in the sand, you aren't an asset you are expendable, useless, and bland
 
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