Aaron Kyle Andresen - Fifteen Year Old p**n and Torn Up Squirrels lyrics

[The Intro Bridge] Yo, our eternal-energy center-piece Is a hurried enemy of police And a civilly-disobedient masterpiece His presence seems to cease all words Beckoning peace to please every sentient being and entity That can hear, see, read, or believe His thoughts, trans-dimensionally constructed pieces of genius, from the new-born Jesus Dissolving the wood from the cross before the second loss No supervisor or boss to emboss the seal on this child's cross The crown of thorns, no pit of evil unicorns in which to throw The scorned, only a five-foot plastic mold-able swimming pool Full of fifteen year old p**n and torn up squirrels Whose insides were digested, regurgitated, unfurled and hurled by a mentally-ill Ten-year-old girl with schizophrenia, let me tell ya the Child attorney representing me started her journey yearning for earnings and not learning While upholding the law from her mom at the Misericors' Manor She didn't understand the clamor and banter generated by the grammar In the dissertations she wrote full of bad notes, evil creations, and theories on One Centralized Nation But she soaks in the glamour of fingering Brooke Banner while Giving Jenaveve Jolie the ween in the B-U Double-T and spreading Roxy D's V-A-G over the third seat of a four-seat bicycle with Holly Michael And Riley Reid soaking in my seed while Lily Carter The master-sharter, and the cosmic blurb of artwork poses for a still Overdosing on gigantic pills filled with the seminal testicles of a Royal Bill Birthed to breed at the zenith of the new mental festival pumped full of extraterrestrial cortisol [Scaling the Fences] My mind will dissolve, will dissolve, will dissolve, let it all go Here we go, let go of the worry In a hurry and find joy and peace in your life Tonight let go and just let go of the fright Yo, he wields and inserts the oddity that is his anamorphic wee wee Into the five woman peens And as hinted via prophecy, they scream about The Ten Arbiters, the harbingers of a new order The legend of a disjointed appointment of anointment The Sheeptillian King pulls out his thing and the sky turns pink Handed down to him from his Mother and her partner Suzie Struthers, also known as the Judge of the Seven Spires Who retired a Dire Lord from The Lost Shires One who built a fire-themed nursery full of Books, guns and lost dreams from me at the age thirteen And he set up an apothecary for steeds Whose breeds were too strange to read out of the Book of Rearranged Horses I wrote after my fifteenth and sixteenth divorces [Lead In to "The d**h of Nurple"]