Motorpsycho - Plan #1 lyrics
He held her down. Zero is the center of the universe. Purple alfalfa vetch Small pubescent hairs, sloughed off. How can a man be a man when he can't what he can? Wheel of life, rock of Sisaphis The Open body of a woman At the climax of organism there is a shudder - mostly felt in the stomach - almost identical, but less intense than shudder experienced at the moment of d**h. Queen b**h, s*ut child I know you so well You gave it all away, sister- You gave it all away But I know your eyes You're just like me You're just like me You're just like me You're just like me Sick, filthy, naked and abused I've seen you all before 'Cause you gave it all away You raped your own pride You put too much slack on your live wire Saw too many thrills that k**ed your desire Too many nights that paled your complexion And made you a n******g in their conception of life Just like me You're just like me You're just like me See that creep Couldn't you just smash his face? Still don't understand What he's doing in this place I know I didn't When I was him When I was him You're just like me. You're just like me. You're just like me. Party til she's cute a young man's t-shirt reads Infinity likewise is a verb Small stones begin to rise and float on the water. What strange snake is this that can be sick with fever Are not snakes cold blooded creatures? Like a crowbar in the vagina, ripping to pry loose the pelvis Thus are structure and form now wed In a small cottage, just outside of town a dark and narrow gravel lane so overgrown the leaves touch a pa**ing car with smoke d**h the life giver d**h the life taker d**h the advisor Damned are those who think they have befriended d**h d**h knows nothing of these struggles Unthinking shadow Worthy opponent Challenger of the left A man stands in a doorway of a room in a small white cottage He stalks himself using d**h Much like a wolf stalks the caraboo He stands himself, watching himself, waiting for himself The meadowlark's call - makes you feel uneasy The unrelenting march of sleep Veterans of subconscious deprivation