I Figure
• Written by jasonbelle
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I can't get the music off so just put what inspired it.
I figure I'm a figurehead
Make clay figures out of fucking lead
Acting like these friends ain't fucking mine
Cause my faculties are undefined
It's not your fault friend that you kissed her
More than friends went without missing her
A daunting chore that needs specimen
She's regimen that needs medicine
Of sentimental americans to come in
And boy, come they do
Flying red jeans, blue creams, filled white fufu
Figureless hags making her scream god almighty
Joined by fingerless fags powered by Aphrodite
Please pass the cocks like its always good friday
It's always her lying, always my heart stopping
Without a sense of honor or a sense of taste
So I figure what's the fucking wait
Let's make clay figures with clay-less minds
Figures that let me keep mine as mine
And mine alone as it should be
Until drunk on God that I'm alone as it should be
Bearing competence as I bear fate
Until this fucking hell is my figured place
Until this fucking death is my figured fate
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jasonbelle
Member since February 8 2014