Red Grapes; i’ll speech your wallet with organic
Ceramics sculpt a fair trade white lie
middle class bride seeks at any cost
Its a selfish idea
But hey thats me
and i count and i count me, no?
ability to see past myself, I felt bad but
like, i cant see, I’m oblivious
Sort it out? Thats ambitious, not necessary
I sort one problem, the rest stem like tributaries
more sprout like seeds in horse shit
and i cant stand
the smell of the righteous when they flaunt it
and remind you of hell but you bought it
the only receipt is your faith
and speaking of which give me some space
your suffocating
its funny though, your not even close
maybe its all that cigarette smoke
that blinds me to the social murderer
the price we pay to talk to one another like a verbal service charge
and social networking?
what a pathetic substitute
For reality, i’d give my right arm
What a novelty, I dont want truth
I wanna make sure brunch stays in my stomach
and some luck, we have selective censorship
because democracy’s whipped, the systems s&m bitch

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