Warming Up The Brain Farm lyrics
Dear God, The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered. Despite his
newly installed, varnished brain, and being force-fed gallons of viscous
demented liquor, he is determined to obtain the new drone spiders'
trophy. He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats. Quite
frankly i'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate my headspace. He
talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second as the clock spits,
clicks, and time speeds by in the form of a neon snake. Massive
delusions? Very probably. I fear for my safety. He is as weak as his
fellow man. I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks, clowns,
fools, sycophants and the desperate. I insist we barter with the moon to
sell the patients cohesive lyrical maps in exchange for a vision of
the future. Stricken with grief, I have no choice but to turn to
lethal toxins Hardcore Punk Paste. Allstars takin'
over...
Early draft of lyrics taken from Radio 1 Breezeblock DJ
set Dear God, The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered. It
has of late become apparent, he's driven by lust and he's as weak as his
fellow colleagues. A hypocrite, surrounded by liars and
bed-wetters. Stricken with grief, he turns to lethal toxins,
hardcore Punk Paste. Goodbye Lord Allstars takin over...
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