Kind phlostics in pliant or compliant blessed rights of passage at sasquatch plethora framed pre-watch regrinds of summer finds it passing new recrews of chips of corn fed well grips on moons around sundry celestial convivial objects.
[Intro]
Yo blophly it were not nor was her plot it got.
Yo phlostics in re wrecked heckler conflected shectors in plaid energies or crystals of fine brewed time
[Female Vocal]
Ounce rounded tertiary hounded blounts playing at monopolistics while wearing rather good ties and not clip ons and not red coupons.
[Pre Chorus]
Trips o plenty with adoring fans
Trips abtended with imploring un opened cans
Cans o spenty on useless plastic objects
Operant slatherings wrent assunder in grouted sobs it plects
[Chorus]
Five groups had it, Six troops sad it
Was that it was
Sad that plected a non redirect
[Verse]
Joysticks clicking at my chicken farm confusings. Yiddish object heroes and less zeros here or there. Renew a recursion and bled it back to ground
[Violin Solo]
United to kangaroo designs on land that lost lots of mass at the previous planetary pass.
[Bridge]
Group blights refight at lesser or greater heights. What a glad delight that it might get right about some springs or oily things that once had wings.
[Verse]
Roiling songbirds rising over confused memetics with teal genetics
Broiling oceans inside nothingnesses shaped like tetrahedrons inyersected with polygonal sands swept out of deep lakes with deep sounds and deeper weights on minds confined here as of yet.
[Guitar Solo]
[Final Chorus]
Flint Fischer iteration pencil
Flint clishing fliteration stencil
Splint clashing re hack cashing
Out a spout of true blout
[Male Vocal]
Trucking it out of those high hills might take some mad skills. Philtered pills used well inside traveling bags.
[Verse]
Useless long times here. Bored and tired we had no sad though. Felt a lot.
[Outro]
Rosters overwhelmed peace action , rosters underspelled war inactive hills. Bicycles taken without permission. I could have been angrier i guess. I should not waver here yet. Ingots punish noway. Perforants spunnish thatway. Ingots of grass flashing in afternoon moonlight reminding one of the liminal numinosity over the forgotten corners of any midwest city drowning in bets or red hued debts . Tithes writhing squires aside. Medieval considerations joined other voices in a toxic slumber only topped by motes of rust xylophonic and happy to be there at a time of someones choosing to bruise spruants and glues you who once knew many rings of wire. You who wanted to glue lots of objects at small scales together in good or sad weather. You who knew few. You who knew few to brew a flatter coffee and in just 5 or two dimensions. You who lacked proprioception and a wrecked cornplection founded on misdirection of precious attention yet here again it wasnt a big deal you knew something that could yet did not make it better. Better that what was the question you who once knew..you who once new..true..
