FREAKING OUT OR IN - Written by Carroll Bryant
Parking in the rear of my unconsolidated alibi
Lesser visions classify as unrestricted passer-bys
Tweeting with the horrified leaves me somewhat petrified
Un-glorified in your eyes
All you can do is stay satisfied
And it’s leaving me in chains
It’s like frying up some eggs
Or breaking up my brains
Still your love never pleases me
So hide inside your lofty day
Drown outside your fluffy haze
Gaze into the pool of blood where your victims
Love to bathe
Filter out the content of your words
You spoke
I broke
Everybody heard it shatter
Enjoy your meal and cocktail chatter
Judi-ism isn’t clear when unclean spirits visit here
Temper the madness with filthy hands
From filthy girls
And it’s bound to break these chains
The frying up of rotten eggs
Keep breaking up my brains
Feel your love leaving me
The crafty slide into your day
Clown around outside your gaze
Blaze into a firestorm of rage against your victims
Who procreate like slaves
So to the words you write
In return so hard they bite
You fly my heart just like a kite
But there’s no tail to gain control
Just the musty sound of smells
After you came to me
And right before you go
No more parlor tricks you bitch
Just cut off the laser with your inhibited switch
Leave me no more for the wear
Other loves will find me there
Laying on the floor like some diseased riddled whore
I swear
Clearly I don’t care anymore
And it’s leaving me in chains
It’s like frying up some eggs
Or breaking up my brains
Still your love never pleases me
So hide inside your lofty day
Drown outside your fluffy haze
Gaze into the pool of blood where your victims
Love to bathe
Tweeting with the horrified leaves me somewhat petrified
Un-glorified in your eyes
All you can do is stay satisfied
Invisible are these chains
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