If on every ocean the ship is a throne. And for each mast cut down another sapling is grown. Then I could believe that I'm bound to find. A better life than I left behind.
Cornered long-pig at the edge of the corral. Ascending heart rate makes for succulent portions. Capillary beds fill to the point of explosion. In an orgasmic decapitation of human cattle.
Enter the count. In all his grimoire testimony. Generations of genocide. Severed sex glands to his delight. . Meatuses litter the ground. Every step, hundreds of genitals.
The lost generation's taking hold. The last generation keeping score. Gonna wanna know who they're working for. You're gonna wanna know who you're working for.
Love letters straight , from your heart. Keep us so near, and apart,. and all alone , in the night,. When I could have , all the love , youve got. I'll memorize , every line.
Get offa me. Away from me. Got me outa here. Let go of me. Don't bother me. I'm no leader. . Get offa me. Away from me. Got me outa here. Let go of me.
It's not pretty no. It ain't pretty at all. (it ain't pretty no, it ain't pretty no). I hear my mama say. Living ain't easy, no. Living ain't easy at all.
This is for my ladies. This is for my ladies. I'm doin' it for you, babe. This is for my ladies. This is for my ladies. . Lesson one, as the lights go twinklin' down.
Oh, I don't think y'all ready. It's what the world's been waitin' for. Live big, car keys the remix. I go by the name of Sacario. . Yeah, Angela, Joey Crack.