A mound has been raised.

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Fuck goths, give me dirty blondes in flannel jackets
I’ll put your back against the wall like in the Anabasis
Your will’s a wisp, kid, you couldn’t hold a candle’s ashes
That’s retarded cus we both know that a candle’s waxen
Bait man - play intelligent neat freak
So check ‘em - next weekend I’ll be selling the sweetmeats
Put Emo in a Blender like an Elephants Dream scene
You’re sheltered plus you’re thinking that Derelle is a Sweetie
[AAAAAA - death sounds] Killed the filly
Roseluck throws up when I gild the Lily
Saddle-sore fucks, you don’t remember what you battle for
Meanwhile I’m in the public eye like a cattle worm
Cat asserts that my tape’ll make your face bleed
Go Beyond Her Garden right after I plant a H8_Seed
Fans yell at me to play Discord
Then they go sprinting from the building when they get what they wish for

You boil and bubble, then expect a lancing
In convention halls at night attempting necromancy
Or at orchards, tie the knot for the barest applause
And hung over - I ate Winona for the hair of the dog
Tell you hush now but I’m not soothing
Pour a sixpack on the grass til it stops mooing
Life’s a trifle, we're all in the gutter but some of us are looking at
Your bedroom window through sniper rifles
[Guttersnipe, get it?] - Can’t amount to do-or-die
Taking on the dressmaker’s tantamount to suicide
No shock therapy, the topic’s charged
I don’t schedule my opponents, I organ-ize them in canopic jars
Build a skeleton crew, feel masterly
Garble words, you get a bad Beat - Neal Cassady
If my mic is broken I don’t get another psych disorder
Just crashing a plane and rapping right into the flight recorder