Oxygen

I`m twice born, once and seven something<br>Once is the resurrection of honorable function<br>Been shoveling a coal as the engine`s doctor<br>Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture <br>The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment<br>Was, is, and forever will be a luxury<br>I`m a soubrette columnist fathering doom document<br>Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant<br><br>[Verse One]<br>I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification<br>Sure it`s blurry may have had them speeennnd breeezzzzze<br>Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee<br>Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city<br>Who`s that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill`s crest pan out?<br>On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs<br>I got a plan, I`ll turnaquet my quest<br>Defeat a needle into battling to mute the mess<br>With patience galas with absentee balance I shove in the button<br>Strutting to exhibit mankind`s hostility function<br>With a, ppppppppp paling in comparison a methias Goliath<br>Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence<br>I top and ate my nameless square then I bumped eyelids<br>With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second<br>What`s that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend<br>Nurse me through the time stick and stone mixes hex my fertile crescent<br>Now all`s well, I`m laughing on the inside I swear<br>Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair<br>My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly<br>So every second the discontent`s locked accordingly<br>Let`s turn mummy`s shut up affection a berserk glory condition<br>And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon<br>Meddle in a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser<br>Credible crasser antidote`s terrible taste the<br>Water with a stolen soul pen left picture mad rhythm pinned<br>Never set a grin and fly health<br>Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plan of fabrics<br>I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain`t compatible<br>I feel a wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch<br>Crush one`s ginger bread tenement awful,<br>It`s like the date of Grado Methasawmill<br>A lifeline of spectacular expansion leaves the reaper<br>At the hand of what man`s hand jokes<br>My friend`s got a book about dreams, I look and laugh<br>I dream a book about my friends and still can`t decipher the half<br>Ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major<br>Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease<br>I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome<br>You grin and groans fuck it I`m tinted when accrete zone<br>Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush<br>And felt as if I`d actually accomplish something <br>Fortify the bullies of the jokes soaking in treatment<br>Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening<br>On a ghost up in a fuse a lot second before the cock dropped<br>In the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it<br><br>Fashion, it`s cool and all but what about God?<br> [Oh God, well he`s the man, but what about reading?]<br>What, like novels, man that don`t hold my attention, what about television?<br> [Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?]<br>I hate walking, it`s boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin`<br> [Yeah, fishing`s great but I can`t stand hooking the bait, lets dance]<br>I`ve got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?<br> [Man, I`m hungry, but that means I`mma have to borrow some money]<br>Let`s fly a kite [Let`s burn the generals]<br>Let`s sell lemonade [Let`s drink]<br>Let`s poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink<br>[Naw, lets scare a pupil once a year just to shake the academy]<br>Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>I`ll make the waterfall out of order in autumn saw the quarter<br>When the gods mimic the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin<br>I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit<br>Clattering the yesterday ain`t shed a tear since<br>Hear me, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon<br>The carousel balloon extravagant aware, inviting it<br>I`m swore to Adam and matter and saddling<br>Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping<br>My index fingers rest in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin<br>One must pardon yee old common street detour<br>Weaving graceful through the prom directed column<br>Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom<br>Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud<br>But that`s got a ring to it so my swill welcomes the flood<br>I walk through God`s practical joke on man practically broke<br>And if they raise my rent again I`ll spend my nights practically soaked<br>Who spits silk dimensions with a noose looped by the raft?<br>After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1,<br>Oooh I`m hung, I`ve clung to hope but see you in hell<br>I`ll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt<br>Sturdy eye krulin, tin can skeleton,<br>Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants<br>Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence<br>I steer where the heaven`s merely a legend so the peasants dream well