Fecal Matter Vaseline
Just sitting on the sidewalk, the police have a vendetta
against me,
They took the duty straight from being a spoken word
obsolete,
Don't let the fuzz attempt you, the holocaust is catching
up with me,
I cannot overwrite this, my journal has lost its meaning
(???)
Your bodies burn the same, with many sights to see,
My airway stops the brain, too weak.
I'm epileptic, compressed by the ball being worth four
dollars,
Ended up with the same things that you think, I'd sit my
mind for some green,
I don't know much about the brain scan, I'd rather play
with vaseline.
Your bodies burn the same, with many sights to see,
My airway stops the brain, too weak.
