Zykos Hilarious Proof
taste leaves, lay low. but it's the dirt you want, a
grinning mouth of mud
spectators come, the profane will watch, and in a claque
for show, put me in the show
if i hope we're done, then can i get home, but it's the
closing night, meaning party time
watch us drink to all, it'll keep me involved, it could
turn out worse, when you've had enough
sticking still sitting you'll never come away with the
thing that you hope, to safely know
and when you're about to leave that state, take your meal
and go, give me mouth to mouth,
i ran away with gold, that i knew you'd take, and it's so
hard to be that good, i can't behave with this one,
i came from the front, sit in the back and wait, for it
to turn out worse, and then they half it up.
we kept on, and it took the soul from us, and this is how
we go
one more, is an attempt to force, show up, learn to drink
alone
the proof's awake, suddenly the rest are shapes, they're
barely ignored
why not, if that's the girl, but still i know that i
undersold
