Mechanical balloons consumed with waterFloating by my brainChildren's hands attached to the stringSmiling a nice tune Gray bubbles filled with homesPeople walking around just passing through the nothingEventually popsIt all just stops
Pressing down on pens make ink explodeDon't dare to write plenty things so bold Looking at the sky makes my neck acheLooking at the sky makes my neck breakI'm so oddLet me look down your mouth ti find innardsOr some splinters to keep me lonelyI stare at things that flash in the darkSquirrels eat peanuts while I'm in the parkOddidityWhy bother to make things rhyme at allDon't all words that rhyme;they sound alikeThey all sound the sameI'm so oddLet me look down south to know if you're aliveTo keep me company
It laughs before biting off my leg I desperately make an effort to beg It chops down and my torso falls Damn you for eating my leg Crying, I stroke the bloody stump And notice on my head there’s a little bump Why did it hit me on my head I think i’d rather be dead Deep in the fires down in hell That’s where i went when i fell It’s so fucking hot in here Why am I dead? Why am i dead? And why’s there a shtupid bump on my head I think satan’s being a bit mean ha ha ha ha hee hee hee
Myself penning a song let’s me face the fear This fear of pens Ink drowns my nightmares Ink bleeds into my dreams Twisting those caps make me jump Ah.. Pens!! When will this problem end When will there be no more pens Long after I’m dead One night when I’m asleep I look out my window and see Millions of erect pens standing in the lawn They slowly advance towards the house Screeching their horrifying screech My eardrums start to bleed I scream I cry *Still In Process Of Writing*
Shallow eyes No sign of life Lifted hand With a knife Just a puppet No harm done No one hurt No more fun Comes to visit Everynight Please don’t worry He won’t bite Just a puppet Has no heart Doesn’t move Doesn’t start He’ll get seen So be real gentle Be real kind And give him A piece of mind He’s real mean He’s real bad Give him what he wants Or he’ll get mad