lust over luck
hot of the press. first edition at the door-step.
a headline addressed to say we blessed.
an experiment a success.
made of the mess gained in essence.
no weight in excess.
immaculate the fashion get call it express.
jeans and jacket expect nothinless,
gained the best, in the face nontheless of every day to test
the fiend that shaked the meth,
with measure of pleasure to express, rain-drenched of a presence, to impress the empress, goddess-dressed with no stains on the chest.
of bitches beyond riches, never a paycheck.
we claim the never-yet. made of what they can't arrest.
an aim to perfect, a claim to obsess,
to shed away the names that obsess
preservation of past a fight for a future, we play to protect.
angel attack movement, an art-alive, yet muse-less
that coming-through-with comeuppance of confusions.
checkin and correctin at every-steppin
flow so foolish, that it became the fluent-s,
choosin's of rudeness over prudence,
under the influence. from the garden it grew with,
the city-speaks, sprouted through the concretes of cruelness
amidst enemy-fightin, an energy crisis and emerging gas-prices,
stay re-fueled with.
an immediate ingredient of an experiment expedient,
lab of eden, project adam, project eva, and the reasons
in the name of civil disobedience before the behemoths wit
the greediness that the industryin' been agreein wit.
cuttin down the trees to get monsanto-patents on the seeds we set.
all cost-effective and carcinogenic, abduction of adolescents.
what they schemin with. new carbon monoxides all-disguised, apartheids that leave us torn apart-by, the bullshit we breathin-with.
this love, we been cheated-with. what's the point of the degree's we get.
or what we seek to fix?
expected to comply-back, with a mind-that failed to ever reach a climax...
so they define that with a nevermind-that.
i'mma take my life back. and live it 10-times that.
thoughts-racing, on the kush-blazing to cope with the days awakenin from
nightmares like wes craven
gave the cyberpunk a cravin, to go out guns-blazing, bloodied scarf in the wind tray-ling, solid snake'ing to save the game, call otacon or mei-ling,
a headline addressed to say we blessed.
an experiment a success.
made of the mess gained in essence.
no weight in excess.
immaculate the fashion get call it express.
jeans and jacket expect nothinless,
gained the best, in the face nontheless of every day to test
the fiend that shaked the meth,
with measure of pleasure to express, rain-drenched of a presence, to impress the empress, goddess-dressed with no stains on the chest.
of bitches beyond riches, never a paycheck.
we claim the never-yet. made of what they can't arrest.
an aim to perfect, a claim to obsess,
to shed away the names that obsess
preservation of past a fight for a future, we play to protect.
angel attack movement, an art-alive, yet muse-less
that coming-through-with comeuppance of confusions.
checkin and correctin at every-steppin
flow so foolish, that it became the fluent-s,
choosin's of rudeness over prudence,
under the influence. from the garden it grew with,
the city-speaks, sprouted through the concretes of cruelness
amidst enemy-fightin, an energy crisis and emerging gas-prices,
stay re-fueled with.
an immediate ingredient of an experiment expedient,
lab of eden, project adam, project eva, and the reasons
in the name of civil disobedience before the behemoths wit
the greediness that the industryin' been agreein wit.
cuttin down the trees to get monsanto-patents on the seeds we set.
all cost-effective and carcinogenic, abduction of adolescents.
what they schemin with. new carbon monoxides all-disguised, apartheids that leave us torn apart-by, the bullshit we breathin-with.
this love, we been cheated-with. what's the point of the degree's we get.
or what we seek to fix?
expected to comply-back, with a mind-that failed to ever reach a climax...
so they define that with a nevermind-that.
i'mma take my life back. and live it 10-times that.
thoughts-racing, on the kush-blazing to cope with the days awakenin from
nightmares like wes craven
gave the cyberpunk a cravin, to go out guns-blazing, bloodied scarf in the wind tray-ling, solid snake'ing to save the game, call otacon or mei-ling,