Primordial Wrath

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Take a torch to the masses Map my mid-weight thumbs becoming placid Sick to my stomach of old age Collect all killers in one cage Gorillas beyond rage - silicon mage Ticket to tune into old red balloons Always aware that the finish will come soon The full moon shines on, celebrate the shoulder You whine on whilst animals retort at divine bonds Exasperate The resident caliphate A Pacifist You are a victim to relate Only the visionary Will be saved So free your mind's eye Fell beside myself and I Felt the coroner rewind Connecting worn out pathways Thinning fast and slimming half-baked Driven wild, polluted youth Ridden over, sweet Vermouth Doesn't matter how much you might solder The World isn't getting any colder Locked between severed hand ties Seem to escape regardless of how the hound cries Lithium capsule caps the soul off at the source Sold despite old remorse Crowning glory fractures stolen mornings Without it your only hope is a mythical mountain Minted beyond recognition and floundering Deep in the forest, some dank wisdom groans Knees grinding, too rotten grindstones The road to Nowhere is longer than I had ever imagined And full of rancid instruments Cling onto your soggy folds I won't hold them for you Each one cantered, gandered at sensuous sanders Flump Basket - define infinite - define intimate Tough riddle, thumbs twiddled But I can't keep my lungs little Chew up the flu cups Splintering synonyms for jet-lagged porn-stars Who can't count their own fingers or sports cars Support hard thorned store cards for Petersburg I repeat the words Support hard thorned store cards for Petersburg There is an irrational thought process that feeds my heart There is an irrational fuel process that feeds your car There is an irrational international press That craves money and madness Over hard progress in our schoolyards You see we delegate the truths we rely on To some other trick that ultimately falls thick on the lino floor You laid to cover up the cracks in the vinyl No foundation is strong enough to correct my wrongs We fight on, failing to believe we might have gone too far Collecting visions of prison's polite scars Diligent Déscartes, bards sing to pull up a far flung Feeling of fitting into fictionary façades Fell beside myself and I Felt the coroner rewind Connecting worn out pathways Thinning fast and slimming half-baked Driven wild, polluted youth Ridden over, sweet Vermouth Doesn't matter how much you might solder The World isn't getting any colder