PSYCHE!

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