War Horn
• Written by Gidday
Sneak this plan into the gold pan I'm a fan
My thoughts ran cheek this scam
Be damned
Lets dip lucy dab her to the cone
This seems filthy bones dug from air extracted
to soil exacted total sanity/ this anarchy/
Fits my dreams it seems you've been misleaded
to feel needed indeed you needn't breathe an
You shouldn't seethe an control your final moments
Im scrapping the components
The role model cant rant he stands 6 foot shook outta the hook
Mistook only speaks when misunderstood
Withstood adolescant insults an the results
Put your ass in the heat although distrust
becomes beloved destruction judged he shoved
clutches this mass weapon of war intact brain snaps
Infact factually never seen it before
Atomic dreams build his brain this war
So before
This torn cloth become not this slum
Warm broth burns tongue pash this glum atomic bomb
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Gidday
Member since July 20 2015