Roar - Beans

Discourage the opportunity in search for a cure

You go to the doctor with a broken arm

He says «Don't move it»

Taught to fear the daylight

So you buried your head so far in your ass

Like an ostrich because the worst thing

Someone told you was to be yourself

Now place your neck in the noose

Standing on a block of ice

Waiting for it, to melt

Which bears a striking resemblance

Of a familiar acquaintance of tears without raincoats

But if you build a model

Does it make you a mechanic?

A marathon, run your lip

That’s why I never shy to reply, I

Make music for emcee’s to slit their throats by

Dimming from the spotlight

Into obscurity

Blending into the scenery

Running from no place to nowhere

On the road to mass acceptance

We follow the trail of events

And it’s evident you’ve lost your relevance

Wake up and smell the carcass

Of a new way

Clutching a razor blade but won’t let go

Grinding their teeth, hoping that their gums turn gold

Say no to the sacrilegious

No score for you scrubs who scrimmage

Who suck to be successful with ironed on pimples and fake

Beating my quartz for toads

My fingerprint impression is sticky

Like candy on carpet

Or exploding tampons on bloody prom queens

Suggested and disgusted

Wash my hands, won’t discuss it

But ex-communicate

The prowess you prevaricate

Truth decay from prisoners of yesterday

ashes on aboard a sinking ship of a fake promise overrated

Exasperated on dry lungs

Now your past is a good look

I violate your valediction

And if I fell off

It’d be from rolling out of bed

Or waking from the chorus of grief you contrived in your rehearsed nightmare

As I wonder what goes on in the minds of these lights

I want to vomit

Repugnant

Entrapped by a frail sense of security

Achieved when a misguided tribute

Lost the plot from the lost horror of it’s own reflection

Motivation laid dead for nothing

It’s use is looking for something or nothing

Wasted on blown kisses

Procrastination held back

More people than smoking crack

In the fate of mind, you can be the man

Feel like a cape in front of a fan

Made out of a towel

As you pretend to save yourself

Here to save you from yourselves

The ever encounting

And life’s series of various failures

To stay young is to draw a blank sword

Wither on to the decrepit and decaying growth of inexperience

You dull the blade so I sharpen the edges

List of sculptures float upon the wave of a popular disease

Demise with the discharge with the applied velocity of breaking momentum

Placing the brick on the gas pedal

Charging downhill

On beat, move their feet like Flinstones

Comments are complicated like papercuts received by compliments

So high the nose bleeds

Either it’s wonderful or worth nothing

Now they are no longer deceived

By the virtue of false intention

Consumed by greed

Painful as needles under the fingernails

And confronted with the same enthusiasm as pulling teeth

And the wounded bleed of shredded heaven

That makes emcee’s blind from the glitter

And most got into the music to get laid

So if this is eroticism for DJ’s

Then let my vinyl lick your fingers