illest Vision

Nasty fucking world we live in

daft and lacks meaning and religion

in life you have a major decision

to get a ignition for your life's mission

live life and create your own traditions

call it writer's intuition but it's a given

Discern my intention

I'll be the subtle villain

Curses oddly stricken

Men and women

Cat tree and children

Gentrifying condition

When bodies touch the ceiling

My mind is obviously missing

Hi kurumba bart Simpson

The lonely penman

prescribing Mudd for your symptoms

Mudd wearing denim still with the same rhythm

Eddie chief is winning em and pinning

the sinning bums

 

Bridge 1

What a wonder world for all the boys and girls

Till reality hits brutality kicks into their morality

Utter loss of duality, why are they so cruel to me

Can they really see the full fool in me

Real tomfoolery

 

 

Drugs cause kids to become thugs

cutting their wrist and causing floods of bloods

trust me i'm not a traitor

masterbater mabey

english to french translator

i love my girlfriend more than eminem and hailie

if you think about we're all in a amphitheater

stating how people whack with cedar

i wish society had ocd and was neater

people being beat on the streets till becoming fetor

it's so abstract getting attacked

in fact…. it's whacked so why don't we react

so perhaps I'll wax exceeding misleading

people sneathing angels and demons

lies beguin in the greetings

From fully grown men still teething

people plainly have inexact meanings

Treason for seasoning to life

dormant and sleazy with strife

foreigns misleading their wife

torrents streaming away pain from the knife

 

Bridge 2

What a wonder world for all the boys and girls

ended up screwed and pissed on from worlds

living in storms and torment the, ornery whale

dormant with horrory right on there tail

inventing an allegory informing the underperforming

without warning, thunderstorming yet not pouring

The wind coursing, Noah's ark are you gonna be boarding

 

 

Life's night

The end the wrong

the end of the right

life’s long

yet all of its in sight

I want to bike to uncharted regions just to see what they're like

faint hearted with lesions on skin yet still their is no fright

The appetite for the insatiable things is quite

Adequate also delicate for things that are bright

Mudd and chief wielding the scythe

Yang and yin not good to bad more like mad to mid

you've bought a new can of worms, now open the lid

Put em in Pan let the simmer commence