Mass Clath from Meconium by FEASTofFETUS

well he said in his mind:
"i will not divide for no one
while their numbers make sense
i will pitch all my tents on the run
oh what fun

gouge out both my eyes so i dont have to see their world
of equations and blueprints they've laid down for me
puncture both my ears so i cant hear them suggest
that i should strive to be the person that they like best
oh how they keep on adding up
like horny rabbits that fuck
and now they all look just the same

well it's a crooked line
this path of mine to nowhere
my plan of attack
is to now subtract from them all

when i find those
that are greater than
the lesser thans that i have known
that is where i'll settle down"

• Avant-Garde
• Experimental
• Folk-core
• Metal
• Rock
• Los Angeles