sitting in your smile chair I sniff here lips and spit he keeps on calling lies of those less fortunate I must exterminate the lucky hunch and guilt
grip, on my dour self, as I slipped into a state of disbelief... Don't even think for a second, don't you put your filth and guilt on me, don't you put
you happy now? Happy now? happy now? 2. chocolate frogs The bloated corpses of unsolved murders and old revolutions, pirouette and dance amongst the swirls and eddies in their final procession
life in spite of it negate all feeling fractured mocked deplore naming reverse remote viewing empathic lesion surrounding the guilt cannot deny tear it down a process
and forced tolerance but secretly vexed Wish I would have spoke on it but why deny the bliss Moms with a new husband casting needles puncture pressure Briefly lifted the guilt
It's just begun, the steps of sin. The decision making process gone astray. If I had known, what was to come, I'd be sure to turn my head and run away
innocence, it happened so suddenly. she crossed my path on the way to nothingness, I knew that was encountering an angel of purity and in the process
of glasses He says, "Your notches liberation doll" And he chains me with that serpent To that Ethiopian wall Anima rising, Queen of Queens Wash my guilt
Jewels drip red and I don't sound proud Treason is ambition I want dead procession All we got unholy left-overs of a compromise Leaving us like butterflies
progressed physically as far as we can go... next stage mental the process is you justification decentralized by conditioned guilt fear responses realize
of glasses He says "Your notches liberation doll" And he chains me with that serpent To that Ethiopian wall Anima rising Queen of Queens Wash my guilt
Blatant corruption Repercussions, higher profit An addiction The obvious signs of guilt Sloppy investigation A bullshit fucking plea Engineered process
Follow me... Now I'm a sing a Negro spiritual... [Humming] [Verse 1:] I'm standing in the light, but the darkness overcrowded me Guilt and doubted me
a shelf I ain't saying what I'm saying just to preach or to bore you I rather teach you how to fish then keep catching em for you You process so much