We are born again
We've died and sprung to life, so wet and fresh
Wriggling and drooling and gleefully soiling our tights
I bet you gave up
On the children of Oasis
Do you know
How fucking dumb you look?
My patience, thin, has torn in half
In my past life I was gummy
Dead inside and born to die
I'm the Juuling Kyke
The only thing your blue eyes deal are lies
Half-gay
Splayed and boring
And I'm still ignoring you
But I'm proud, to smile
It's my addiction
And I've missed it so
I've missed this
Yeah! Oh, yeah!
Christ ignites and he plunges down
And it feels so fine
To fuck with fire and burn forever
Yeah! Oh, yeah!
God explodes and we go, go, go
And we are beasts
We feast
On the end of time and burn forever
We are the flying rats
That shattered glass for Bruce
And birthed the bat
Someone has to euthanize
The yellow cat
That piece of trash
You'll be Steve and I'll be Bill
Laughing to the bank as you
Fade away and die
I will sing the requiem
Yeah! Oh, yeah!
God explodes
Go, go, go
And we are beasts
We feast
On the end of time and burn forever
Yeah! Oh, yeah!
They never knew the irony was false
We meant it all
Now cancelled is the fucking pilot
(Psyche!)
We fucking love you
(Psyche!)
We will revive your mom
(Psyche!)
I'm not my father
I could never bloom
The way he sprung to life
(Le'Chaim)
We fucked your wives!
(We fucked your wives!)
They saved our lives!
(They saved our lives!)
(Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!)
We stole your members
You did it first but we did it better
All these cocks to swing about so clumsily
Alive and queasy, bleary weary eyes
Blink and you'll miss
The moral to all of this
The cum is spread
The days are done
The best is bright and yet to come undone
(The best is bright and yet to come)
My mind splits like a palm tree quake
Palms walked te wire once on our first date
Little lady cut away and left the umbilical
Lascivious thoughts gut-fuck the trivial
Snapcase's gravity
Pulp's skewed reality
Broken, broken singing
To leave Cohen (s) cringing D
With dope tears of singing
Bringing Oliver's corpse
To the crucifix with twin fucking forks
Hoping lightning strikes twice
And sets fire to your fucking fort
We are two fucking forked tongues
Winding towards their last resort
By Riot Fest '24
I'll be coughing up corks
If you supply the Malör (K)
This is my chronic 2K so I'm gonna describe
In ironic terms that convey I'm a sick guy
How I got away with destroying
My lover's true life
Me and Conor will drink to our lawyer tonight
And never once mention how we also freed Cosby
He'd still take stacks to clean lies right off me
Hey, if the iceberg fits, it'll sink say anything
But Billy Zane shot himself
So will Darren King
Darren King
Darren King
Darren King
Google him
