Alrighty,
Kelly, I hope I can courage to ask if you'll podcast with me.
Ugh, but I probably CAN...like the band.
But that's just an irony raw to start the song.
Thesis statement.
Sorry I couldn't vote sister,
I just lost track of the week staring down the texture of the wood for the boat I ain't built yet.
Thesis statement.
I can't nail into the wall, I ain't Gira.
I'm gonna bash my head into the nail and photograph and hope you get my education.
Gira can't nail into the wall either.
Maybe he can... wait no yeah he did...did he?
The frame still needs to be hung up.
What if I just keep telling thesis statement over and over again?
Thesis statement!
If you fire me for being five minutes late I'll burn down your neighborhood with no casualties.
I get so anxious every day because of you!
Everyone I know is suffering and anxious, and that's not the point!
You're suffering too!
I cannot take your cum guzzling blabber any longer!
Band together!
You don't even pay me plague pay to break my fucking back for you!
Because of who? I don't know nor does anyone!
You might be inside your cult forever!
I don't even know what's real, and the only thing keeping me going is this microphones album.
Thesis statement.
I'm at the bottom of my cup of coffee.
Nothing but sugar in my teeth.
Blunted gums bleeding,
feeling nauseous as we drift and swallow away pain abroad.
Isn't the ease of sectioning this wasted time ingenious?
Isn't that the point of making a religion?
Not the finger but the point at which to go up.
Okay.
Not the finger but the point at which to go up.
Not the horizontal love boat that you get along fine with.
Thesis statement.
What the fuck are you even doing, goober?
Do what you love to some shit you ain't heard before.
Pogo everyday to your funeral poetry.
Make that new strange change for Michael.
Save the fucking planet friend, this revolution fertilizer's the father of the man.
As he spoke of days ahead,
he knew his journey was fraught with confusion and acceptance,
kicking and screaming, delusions and discontent,
collage dead horse beating.
Zoom back, let's figure something out.
I'll try to actually be open and honest with people I'm afraid to talk to.
And if they say something I can't agree to disagree with,
I won't let that anger me and I will try to help them.
And if they don't want help, we'll put them where the relics go.
And for the first time, they'll go respectfully.
It ends with something far too much for your parents to handle like Solaris.
Does it have to be that loud?
Shit ain't changing!
Thesis statement!
I beg you love me, don't call me over the top, fuck your cult dude.
I'm stuck at the bottom and licking my door.
If the top is listening, thanks for rubbing my asshole just gently enough.
Good Collage, Captain.
Read the lyrics!