Upotia 271 from Breakup Baroque by Goon Gun

Just look at my hands – they’re hard’n’heavy

And closeness savvy
That’s how we animals roll
The last line of defense is deteriorating
And I shouldn’t have blamed her at all
 
Why can’t you see the catastrophe?
Please feed my demons and go
Will you get them? Tell me, you will get them, girl
Why can’t you see the catastrophe?
This is the end of my world
Armageddon, this is Armageddon, yo! 
 
I’m an old man, I’m an old man
Squatting in a van, messing with a magiс wand
Smoking ancient weed, tell me what you need
Scarabs all around, hissing in the dark
All in slow-mo, all in slow-mo, get down!
Do you feel sick, you lunatic? I’m rooting for your purity
Bedazzled seductresses, erotic paralysis
Fleshy panoramas, materialistic dramas
True machos in pajamas still crying for their mamas
But you’re the one who’s fearless in the dead of night
So take this broken dick and learn to fight
For your life
 
I walk in a trance
See pedestrians waving
As the horniness drains me
The fine art of losing control
Fear swallows my brains
And her zombie persuasion
Drags me over the edge and beyond

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