I gave it a heave and I gave it a ho.
I wanted to breathe, but the beast said no.
I wanted to leave, I just wanted to go.
I gave it a heave, but the beast said no.
I said I would cease and desist,
But I found that I could not resist, no!
The beast was made of black and white,
Bloodless veins and gray-scale eyes.
Lead us not to temptation on the rise,
But march us to the beast's demise.
So we wait for the day to break us,
As we sit in the Savage Boutique,
With our vulture couture and our trend of amending
the way we speak.
And we hope that that surface can save us.
Will the surface save me?
You see we speak in secret tongues.
We speak it only underground.
You may or may not even know
How to pronounce the different sounds.
The trick is to get the meaning in your chest,
Then embrace all the weight of every word.
Then you must assess every word said in excess,
And then decide upon its worth.
So we wait for the day to break us,
As we sit in the Savage Boutique,
With our false haute couture and our trend of amending
The way we speak.
And we want so much more than surrender,
But we want nothing less than surprise.
Yet we still act like disaster could have us,
But only if it fits right.
But now I walk and talk the panic just like a bitch,
Creeping me with frequency.
Deceit, deceit, decide.
Cut, cut, cut the chord.
Walk, walk right out of the womb.
Stand and wait and wait and wait for a move.
But now I walk and talk the panic just like a bitch,
Creeping me with frequency.
Deceit, deceit, decide.
Walk between the raindrops for a dollar a day.
It's tragic you're so tardy or just fashionably late.
A savage in surrender with a visious intent.
Sipping on a coffee with the worry of rent.
But now I walk and talk the panic just like a bitch,
Creeping me with frequency.
Deceit, deceit, decide.
Father's mother murdered learning,
breeding burden, while bleeding.
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