Projectile Comet

(альбом: Secret Band - 2011)

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
Extra part goes here

It gets it when it needs it
It needs it when it needs it

Oh! Bleh so

Obliferous! Gentery!
Smecterbice! Ahpurgikaw!
Combuchinee! Arkinade!
Shargenol! Bergentibrock!

Squirming in the camper, grabbing furry eyes
Letting out the scampi, 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 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