UniformXII

We don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie talkies, we don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee. No, we don't need no walkie-talkies, nope no walkie-talkies, we just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go... And the last shall be first to immerse in the pass out heat, face in the mud where the moxie melt 'til he wakes drowning in tsatke hell. More in a cave with a torch on the wall than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls, on a brand new day, saw what he saw, property owner who crawls to the mall with a bad toupee and a face like he authored the law, pace like he's mourning a loss, right hand on a can of worms

It's the year of the silkworm Everything I built burned yesterday Let's display the purpose that these stilts serve Elevate the spreading of the silk germ Trying to weave a web but all that I believe in is dead Nah brother, it's the year of the jackal Saddle up on high horse My torch forced Polaris embarrassed Shackle up the hassle by the dooming legend marriage I bought some new sneakers I just hope my legacy matches It's the year of the landshark Dry as sand, parched, damn get these men some water They're out there being slaughtered In meaningless wars so you don't have to bother And can sit and soak the idiotbox trying to f