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Not Even a Poignant Word
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Stuff that sucks. Verse 1
Noteworthy and prevising situations,
Contorting neither life nor death.
A sea of abstract exasperations,
Pilfering indispensable breath.
Less than scientific introversion,
Something revolves inside to out.
Reason defeated resolutely through incursion,
It's vindictive aims that inflict the rout.
Chorus
A silent knife slides in between
The 7th and 8th vertabrae
An arbitrary postion in the mind
Of the twisted piercist
A silly thought idealized to mean
What a poignant word could never say
The wrath of this treachery undefined
Betrayal begins the tempest
Verse 2
Harmless odium perpetrating subjugation,
Hatred deployed in a passive approach.
Liability resting on the emaciation,
Deceiving one's self beyond reproach.
Rising from the lowly edaphon containment,
Using friendly discourse to swindle fools.
Trekking towards an Edenic arrangement,
Where a quite discourteous hedonism rules.
Chorus
A silent knife slides in between
The 7th and 8th vertabrae
An arbitrary postion in the mind
Of the twisted piercist
A silly thought idealized to mean
What a poignant word could never say
The wrath of this treachery undefined
Betrayal begins the tempest
Verse 3
A connate and sickening mentality of sadism,
Quantitative of a pleached and paltry intellect.
Harmonious discord without formal schism,
Forever probing for unfortunate arrows to inflect.
Refusing any genuine indemnification,
While an indusium of joyous malevolence.
Overtly pleasing the unwell gratifications,
Carrying out mental intussusceptions in pretense.
Bridge
The lowest echelon of iconoclasts binds an individual,
Propagating wrath with idiopathic executions.
Doing so without moral consequences residual,
Doing so without any intentions of restitution.
Gruesome idolatry worshipping the self,
Conscience won't play consigliere.
Dreadful idolatry worshipping the self,
Despondent wastes of industrious air.
Chorus
A silent knife slides in between
The 7th and 8th vertabrae
An arbitrary postion in the mind
Of the twisted piercist
A silly thought idealized to mean
What a poignant word could never say
The wrath of this treachery undefined
Betrayal begins the tempest
This isn't "stuff that sucks!" You moron! Put it in the other folder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =P LoL, actually I don't really care one way or the other, but I thought it was good...