Settle down, and rest your weary bones.
What solemn stories do you know?
Let that fountain pour out of your head,
Over your lips, and out the bed.
Where is your real home? Oh, how I wish I'd know.
Despite pseudo bloodlines, you can't deny your glow.
Ambivalence, from both parents,
Stretched out to far lands, holding out careless hands
That you hold, like grabbing hollow limbs of
Ghosts, vindictive and forgetful.
And we'll just pacify with carnal carriages, cuz
They're not coming to get you, no one's coming to get you.
And we'll just pacify with carnal carriages, cuz
They're not coming to get you, no one's coming to get you.
(Bat a perfect eyelid, bite a perfect lip,
Pump talent from every pore, you're glowing.)
Where is your real home? Oh, how I wish I'd know.
Despite pseudo bloodlines, you can't deny your glow.
Ambivalence, from both parents,
Stretched out to far lands, holding out careless hands.
(Bat a perfect eyelid, bite a perfect lip,
Pump talent from every pore, you're glowing.)
My good intentions are struck down by bad timing.
To assist or indulge, is differed by what lining?
My good intentions are struck down by bad timing.
To assist or indulge, is differed by what lining?
Fluorescent, resplendent, effulgent, oh don't stop!
Fluorescent, resplendent, effulgent, oh don't stop!
Luminous, glorious, lustrous, oh don't stop!
Fluorescent, resplendent, effulgent, oh don't stop!
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