The Partys Over - Ninety Pound Wuss



Crash triggers clinging chokers

Choking victory dry

Don't panic; simply randomly

"So what" she has alzheimers

Mathematically epileptic

If she don't wet her pants first

The problem a constitution null and void

Who's to look for your disclaimer?

Get over it

The question then becomes fragmented

Jaded, or confused

Everyone gets together

Vibrations named ourselves

Don't cry this inagauration day

Best pillows I ever felt

Is it fulfilling?

Collectivism, discipling, unionism

Trading our souls to never fill your void

Labor $10 minimum

She's still dying and wets the bed again

Who's more frustrated?

Me or you or you or me

Take a look

What it conception? Some frivoicus game puts children on the street

Her disease is still the same

Old and stiff and angry, birth to death

What have you left, but a small space in between

Don't waste your time it's short

Primal language or new born infants

Choking ignorant

Raised deaf, dumb and blind

Age old desire

In solitude of other brainwashed has-beens

Incontinent failure

None of us survive

Survive fire

We all die too young



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