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Mind Games
- https://soundcloud.com/slinky94/mind games
 - Your sitting troubled,
 - con fubled, mind muddled.
 - The supple, juggle
 - of your struggle
 - in a tug of war,
 - of which we lack muscle.
 - In this tussle,
 - im the one waring the mussel,
 - this cauldron bubbles,
 - spills and burns through rubble.
 - Erupts and causes a rut,
 - ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,
 - the cycle repeats until you can no longer give a fuck.
 - I walk with a manly strut,
 - down the street to the car,
 - over the bridge, i drive off,
 - sunk like a drunk
 - until all the air bubbles have popped.
 - But I'm not going to stop,
 - push on top, as if i never dropped and
 - put a stop to your mocks.
 - I demand to be acknowledged,
 - of the prodigy i polish,
 - the insomnia that's chronic
 - cause these words are polyphonic,
 - formed from a broken promise,
 - I'm the crane here to demolish,
 - leave debris as an immense consequence,
 - building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,
 - when i say "hay" i expect you to wave,
 - suck my dick and behave. That's how i like to be plaid.
 - It's same shit everyday, day after day, all the same.
 - This game needs a change, I'm here to stay,
 - oh what a shame.
 - Do you need a tissue to soak up the tears you display.
 - Do you want me to prey for you to be okay?
 - or wipe your ass when you need your nappy replaced.
 - But HAY!
 - the thrush you cush
 - must be enough to counteract the the bipolar lust,
 - learn to adjust, please stop sitting on every dick you touch,
 - for a buck. Do you take change? i don't seem to have enough,
 - out luck, rusted clutch, TD has put you in a crutch.
 - Spill some blood, trickle a little lust
 - release the latch and let it flood
 - surf the titan size waves we must, dive deep,
 - plunge the knife, skins too tough
 - cut your way through the curtains stained with your blood
 - spread the slush, paper thin, "ouch a paper cut" oozing a lot a blood
 - "thud" there goes your head, bouncing around like a
 - slinky, so robust, trust what i say is the evil of dusk
 - life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts
 - must become difficult to stand in position whilst they
 - force upon you images of a dismantled body,
 - one you did not dismantle fully.
 - The shame coves over you like never before,
 - the tension builds and suddenly everyone drops to the floor,
 - and you running for the door. PAUSE.. rewind.. now do it
 - in slow motion for the cause. PAUSE.. forward.. FUCK!
 - they caught me just as lit my torch..
 - to burn this fucking court to the floor.
 
By Anonymous
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