1.Humble Peasants
2.Compliance
Belief wears a coat of punches in the morning,
Beginning the day with unconscious revery.
Or it's conscious, it's conscious, it's conscious.
Notice if this is a gift or just a number for collection.
Rheumatic boulder could your sheets still roll？
It went to a reunion
With its pillows brought from home.
The bombardment of games is
Making us simper.
The ingredients of castles a
Runaway mother.
Come on memory! Your span
Holds movies, like novels,
Like paintings, where did you go？ Salvo of pleasure is
Languor in my fists, on my throne.
The quiet of free and yet antithesizing.
Plural guitars of war that we don't know.
It's the loudness, the loudness, the loudness.
Sufferer's breast and the dryness of climactic milk.
Rheumatic boulder could your sheets still roll？
It went to a reunion
With its pillows brought from home.
The bombardment of games is making us simper,
The ingredients of castles a runaway mother
3.A Mix Of Sun And Cloud
4.Battle Hymn Of The Republic
It's too late I'm G
8 up all my choices crybaby.
We all just pens and fingers, for a eulogy of those been
befores.
How does one stay tall today with addiction to shortness？
When you rush you won't feel its keep, permanence is two.
In that two is a living one, the system so ambival.
Sadness gardens happiness so now we are the weeds
5.Sherry And Her Butterfly Net
Play this song for its first minute one, then go to the next
harlot.
Sherry's young and can't ask why.
So she'll keep looking fine, being lost and catching flies.
Little known her throat has time.
What's it matter, games are forever.
Tries to the singer of the book she writes,
boredom is a crime.
Now she can't now she can't tell time.
Respects to the burst and the electric wires thirst,
over to the sprawl and the talk of to the hand.
Our creams were hit by the squints in chemicals first,
second a reduce of mysterious land.
Randomness of tendencies Sherry, has typed you gone like text.
My how you miss your attention, the lull spans width of chest.
She's rich here and they're poor there so,
when numbers grow and shrink who cares.
Randomness of tendencies Sherry, has typed you gone like text.
My how you miss your attention, the lull spans width of chest.
Yes we eat, yes we shop, yes we sleep and yes, we talk.
All this yes and none this makes restless war on park ground
snow.
You yes much want do can anything you.
All the walls are gone, so go kick the rocks
6.Agenbite Of Inwit
7.Multiplication Desks
Corporeal punishment, gone are the days of it.
But the rise from entropy, energy from shame.
Languid you are now. TV's kept your sound.
One number to make multiply, hold out your paws.
I guess this song could be about co-habitation, describing yes,
that easy thrill of copulation.
Mention of I just saw you there's, and this could last forever.
Shame that now those words of childlike verbs are lies but
clever.
Logic wow, you've come so far in magic declamations,
though this magic makes a soul and not a number in the
population.
Oh, the party of the humans has left us hungover
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