Give him back his sweater
That poor fellow has only orchestrated symphonies into the poisoned ant hills

You have tried, I'm afraid, don't let it hurt, I shouldn't stay
Show your cards, now I won't out
Stain the tub, Clot the streak, cock the wheel, push it deep
Fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless
Carve my head, great disguise, took a breath, gave it back
Warly aged, self pitying, misfit
Experience, coincidence, quality, menstruating
It makes more sense to speak nonsense

What is it like to scatter organs all over a deeply pasteurized land?
Just like a cat without a mouse, it masturbates, it violates
Sadistic dresser

Maybe it's the ability to choose that makes a wounded player
Take to the field and laugh at his injury than to be fed peas and carrots by his sitter

Farewell to the oldsmobile, acknowledge the new models
Farewell, farewell
Set me back in my old sweater tonight for an hour or two
I can obtain satisfaction mutilating ones humiliating me

You have tried, I'm afraid, don't let it hurt, I shouldn't stay
Show your cards now, I want out
Stain the tub, clot the streak, cock the wheel, push it deep
Fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless
Carve my head, great disguise, took a breath, gave it back
Early aged, self pitying misfit
What is the point of laying in a comfortable position if you can't fall asleep in it?