They did not know how long they had been there,

Unsigned hype, front line aeronauts flurry, zero dark thirty,

Zero friends Minotaur fugly stepchild,
Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines,
Up, beside tongue tied hungry enzymes,

Devolved into moth man munching textiles
Punisher out past go time, back tenth ride worms chubbier,
Brown grass both sides, can food, man made tools,

Lanocaine, Band-Aids, mandrake root,
Spindle on a broomstick, pancake truce, and a handshake poofed,
Can't pain, can't lose, can't aim, smoke out moles like a force of nature,

Pray fortune returns to his favor, swiftly, maybe in the form of a nest egg,
Maybe in the form of a Tesla death ray,
You're a solid gold team with something better to celebrate,

The powder on their face like a flat foot on jelly day,
Moral, a compass all bat %#@!, spinning in the shadows of amoral magnets,
Are we supporting the artist or enabling the addict in me,

I guess it matters to me, I wish it mattered to you,
How a thousand virtues, kicked the same bucket like china town turtles.


Roving packs of elusive young, become chokelore riders over boosted drums,
In the terrifying face of a future tone, down from a huntable surplus to one


Check his own break neck pulse over colors in drain,
Let em molt, sugar skulls in the rain, glamour eyes melting,
Got em by a levy made of bath towels silting,

Quarter up and heading for the kill screen,
No corner cut, no built teen mummy, and particularly menacing,
Angled perpendicular to everything,

Boys who will cherry bomb boy goon,
Very much running with the devil in the mellow drum, hello,
Here's where a tale of caution, pounds coffin nails through bootlegs, a hawk went Sawtooth, nevermind, straw to gold,

Spin their hearts on sleeves and their heads on poles,
Arming them all, Fish out fifth like a business card from a jar at the mall,
Aeolyte androids dreaming of carbon applause, get stuffed with cartoon cigars,

gold pack neti pot home to roost, around folk back dinner with their most lampooned, shook to the fevered brow with broke ankles, daisy declawed pound, no thank you,
Fade me, failed all basic training, but I spent a couple groundhogs days with a change me, silhouette the Gods last cigarette, anything else would be ri god damn diculous


Roving packs of elusive young, become chokelore riders over boosted drums,
In the terrifying face of a future tone, down from a huntable surplus to one