Spit
With those broken teeth
Chewed up churned out lips
You've got nostalgia for smoke stained rooms
T.V. lit silohettes
Quotes of what's hip
Hard
Like cool glassy faced bohemions
Judgement fists to assult
Asses planted firm
All beating hearts that move
Words to live by from pillars of salt
Needles
Make your little eyes
Defeaters of the stillborn dance
Empty ribcaged champions
This waste you are king
Unless its rotten there smells no romance
Hail
Downbeat but just chasing
That sweet embrace
With your cliche wisdom
And recycled epiphanies
Just another brick to the face
Yeah man, yeah.
With those broken teeth
Chewed up churned out lips
You've got nostalgia for smoke stained rooms
T.V. lit silohettes
Quotes of what's hip
Hard
Like cool glassy faced bohemions
Judgement fists to assult
Asses planted firm
All beating hearts that move
Words to live by from pillars of salt
Needles
Make your little eyes
Defeaters of the stillborn dance
Empty ribcaged champions
This waste you are king
Unless its rotten there smells no romance
Hail
Downbeat but just chasing
That sweet embrace
With your cliche wisdom
And recycled epiphanies
Just another brick to the face
Yeah man, yeah.
posted by The Duke at 12:54 AM
2 Comments:
Oh yeah
Sexy.
I like this.
A stylistic departure for you maybe? It sounds good.
T - I dunno, n'er heard it!
Toaster - Yeah, we aren't allowed to use external end rhyme only for our submissions. Plus this one is angry rather than sad. Thats at least one more dimension to Mike! Thanks!
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