Projectile Comet - Secret Band

Cock blocks need to fantasize

About turning they fumbling hands into an enterprise

So sad the way you sit… this one… out

Must have synonyms, must be genuine

Bat thwack medicine, coaching a leopard

Egg yolk citizen, bird fuck specimen

Dump truck ligament, of prison bar mitzvah

Why won’t it go, light my flow

Grow a road, sloping mode

Undulating curtain glow

Plaque laced teeth weep till they worn

Crack its shell, coat it chrome

Grope a node, broke the code

Evolution help me cope

Black shade sheep, creep through the dome

Blowing out fire cones

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It gets it when it needs it

It needs it when it needs it

Ohh!

They say…

Obliferous!

Gentery!

Smecterbice!

Ahpurgikaw!

Combuchinee!

Arkinade!

Shargenol!

Bergentibrock!

Squirming in the camper, grabbing furry eyes

Letting out the skimpy, bourbon dick no rise

Put 'em in the slammer, put 'em in the fire

Fresh roasted head in thighs

Put me in another place where I can wave at passing stars

And ask the one who’s held responsible, why planets spin like art?

Drop an obelisk on top of men and teach them how to carve

A machine that sees the flaws to make circles out of shards

The invention

The invention

I believe in reading, no, I believe in shopping

No, I believe in eating every single topping

Slit wrist!

Suck dick!

Drink piss!

Saved by idols!

Slit wrist!

Suck dick!

Drink piss!

Saved by idols!

Why won’t it go, light my flow

Grow a road, sloping mode

Undulating curtain glow

Plaque laced teeth weep till they worn

Crack its shell, coat it chrome

Grope a node, broke the code

Evolution help me cope

Black shade sheep, creep through the dome

Blowing out fire cones

Put me in another place where I can wave at passing stars

And ask the one’s who’s held responsible, why planets spin like art?

Drop an obelisk on top of men and teach them how to carve

A machine that sees the flaws to make circles out of shards

Swirling into seven rows, elements ascension

Soaking through the zone, facet of the syndrome

Sickness in the head, the patterns dead, the light is red

The path is known, crack weight

Black shade sheep, creep through the dome, broke