Thunderclap For Bobby Pyn

We did not fade from the noise meditation

We stopped abruptly while spinning down

This is not to depict hesitation

A silent gesture for princess's pleasure

Oh see what heaven sent, whoa

Oh straight from heavens gate, yeah

Oh see what heaven meant, yeah

When it embraces hate, yeah

Elastic dreams of vicious actions

Plastic stomachs wrapped in steel

Hair falls in a dead breeze curtain

Trash can canterbury-hollywood boulevard

Oh you can count on it, yeah

Richard hell tacked to the wall, whoa

Remember the plunger pit, yeah

In love with nothing at all, whoa

Our beards are circuits to amplifier

All our bells have an elite ring

Rapacious gardens of female distinction

Can you smell trouble, libraries of rubble

I don't wanna know, whoa

Who gets the highest score, no

That’s when my poodle pukes, yeah

On the gallery floor, whoa

We did not fade from the noise meditation

We stopped abruptly while spinning down

Hair falls in a debris curtain

A silent gesture for princess's pleasure

Here comes Mary rat, whoa

Trudi tacked to the wall, whoa

Take me back to disgrace land, yeah

In love with nothing at all, yeah

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