Flushing Won't Help
Posted: July 25th, 2005, 10:05 pm
Bond fires burn brightly in the night of turmoil
as the world hiccups its soul into blackened air swearing
it’s the second coming the cities aflame as the guitarist plays
like Nero of Rome.
Its not tragic if its destiny
all things fall even my penis when its all used up.
The fornication is over and we all got it in the end
time is up we incinerate the future from past miscalculated risk
still I find it hard from time to time when my mind drifts
into pleasant filth where all my shitty views grew fertile
in the thought that love was a warm hand before realizing
life’s septic tank is full and flushing won’t help.
as the world hiccups its soul into blackened air swearing
it’s the second coming the cities aflame as the guitarist plays
like Nero of Rome.
Its not tragic if its destiny
all things fall even my penis when its all used up.
The fornication is over and we all got it in the end
time is up we incinerate the future from past miscalculated risk
still I find it hard from time to time when my mind drifts
into pleasant filth where all my shitty views grew fertile
in the thought that love was a warm hand before realizing
life’s septic tank is full and flushing won’t help.