Years have a come and gone. now I stand forward. more than I ever was. assault
and reassemble. mr. paranoid. a real backseat driver. but, I had to move out of
there. yea as fast as I can. time w
For no one. when it’s crawling up the walls. bu t I never wanted this. I
never wanted this. lines of amusement cracked on my face. like some apalling
beauty coming up out of the floor, but you had to admit there was no explaining
this there was no explaining this, no clumsy moral corruption substitu ting the
conscience like some ape ancestor, ape-incestor grinning under his pompous
robot rack overboard. "hey, buster" just how you doing. an uneasy
alliance leaving more dirt than before. before they ever knew what hit ’em.
yea what hit ’em. what can I do for you? just shut up and get in the
f**kin’ car!
