These lyrics were written nine months ago.
I'm just now getting around to posting them.
A song from my new band.

From mounds of chin to pick food from scruff
To birdlike men and psychedelic drugs.
Traded the girth to wrap your arms and hug
For sharper necks and collarbones to suck.
I chase dinner with a mug of Listerine
To chemically plunge out all my rotten teeth.
It's a little more than just a lucid dream
Because these days I can shit through metallic screen.

Hold your medals tight as you master a liquid with no advantage
to ever fuel the artistic mind.
Hold your rusty relics tight as you're buried thin, distant
And still very much alive.

There were two years where I got soused and rose high all the roof beams.
Cut the plywood, dug the well and washed my filth down by the creek.
There were two years where I ate cereal out of butter bowls, whiskey out of jam jars.
Let's smoke crack out of a soda can and watch our eyes swell up like neutron stars.
I want my kiss on your neck to be your every reason to stay -
I want to see you log your orgasms in a day planner and update it every day.
I would love nothing more than to storm your castle on horseback
and take your far away from gut rot and decay.
Poor advice.
Love it! I also love your sig! Bo is awesome. Just like this.
Quote by turd_ferguson
[0:17] If my parents knew I was part of a group who celebrated christmas by drinking cough syrup they would probably cry

WEATHERER, the greatest band ever.