Well that wasn’t even the justice of the curls in the system
I’m sore as a whole bunch of petitions
Piles of cheats and gassing hermits in leering metal boxes
so I hear they melted down the ox’s
Great beanie islands, sitting in a million times their volume of views
I anguished. I stepped. I swore are you doing not the right sight. That true box of things that weels it’s place, seems to know more about your directions
Curly, your just like them
Grenadine, mixed in tears of a virgin
Lonely, like a oyster
You will blame the system then the others
Never see the ocean of muck you are in
Is that your fualt? Your future?
I’m just a pearl
I’ve got no cleavage to cut with
I’m anguish, I’m hatred, down into the salty sand I will fall when your gone but a memory in the heart of the ocean.
I’m part of a potion
Coming into the second hands higher than thou attitude
I’m just dirt. I’m not nothing, but it’s how some will see me.