you put the FAT back in FATIGUE [x2]
dead? sleeping? show me the difference, then show me the money. all's well that goes up in flames. keep it all under control & nothing's going to boil over cross my heart & hope to fry on this sleek sexy ikea electric chair it's the new electric slide eventually everyone will be doing it. this permanently confused look on my face like i don't know if i'm the luckiest one in the world for still being around or if i'm just accumulating an unenviable stash of dread. by now this only makes me tired. i'm not saying resolve i'm saying dissolve. are you ready for my next trick, in which i shall make myself disappear
only way to beat this impending shit/fan crisis back into the hypothetical where it belongs is to combine them into one great terrible shit-fan entity with a masochistic streak. sweet chariots swinging low get their tires slashed if they're not careful i mean watch your back, it's doing things you don't know about. but isn't everyone. not enough to wrap your head around so you have to start wrapping other people's heads & sometimes they mind, there's nothing worse than someone who minds, makes my skin crawl right off my body & into oncoming traffic. yes i've made my bed but i'm sure as hell not going to sleep in it, sleep is defeat's deformed slimy twin sister & admitting DEFEAT is not in my contract.
as in if i can hear you caring you've been doing it for too long we all know sound travels slower than light & this can only mean get with the times, all your stars have been dead for years. time to take out the trash before it returns the favor. can't stand the MEAT get out of the kitchen. it's laughing at you. i don't even have it in me to be worried anymore. dude where's my fight-or-flight response. ROME IS BURNING, TIME TO PLAY SOME VIOLIN
