bjørn slåder - Toxic Waste

This place
Toxic waste
Hard to breathe with your creed at your waist
Bet you're bout that
Got a lot of keys to the tomb?
Yeah I doubt that
Muster up your means then you shout that

This place
Toxic waste
Hard to breathe with your creed at your waist
Bet you're bout that
Got a lot of keys to the tomb?
Yeah I doubt that
Muster up your means then you shout that

New uniforms with clipped on ties
My, wish they could of got a better size
Try all spreads, on the bed fucking indie ghost
Cite all lies on the edge with the needle goat

Nab a couple tickets that night to the local show
Contemplate a quiet self
Fuck it yeah we should go
Speaking slow
5 plus 5 tabs
Add a blowtorch and a pinch of some dabs

That's bad
Play cocktail why the speakers beat and start to bleed lilac
Ponder concepts of self unaware of where we at
Somber onsets the cast, underwear, under belt

Lean back
Freeze frame Kahlo
Unbuckle under pressure stiff for the lago
Mounted and tamed with her hands on his mane
Lips met lobe whispered words from the dame like

Sweat
Back
Bleed lilac
Fingers tole flesh in a primitive act
Hand cause prints in the fog on the glass
Ape like appendage taken amass
Thrust towards heaven in a seat in the back
Desire to plant seed stays keen on the rack
Sweet wet haven we've taken in a Cadillac
Heart beats fast preparation for the cardiac

Mind numb Giving in to the kegels
Illustrious walls high bid for receival
Eyes roll back into skull body stiff
Hands on back finding place tighten grip
Reality shifts, holy shit, leave it in
Experience enigma clasp carpe diem
Let loose class with a blast from azeem
Lie back and collect while you breathe in the steam

This place
Toxic waste
Hard to breathe with your creed at your waist
Bet you're bout that
Got a lot of keys to the tomb?
Yeah I doubt that
Muster up your means then you shout that

This place
Toxic waste
Hard to breathe with your creed at your waist
Bet you're bout that
Got a lot of keys to the tomb?
Yeah I doubt that
Muster up your means then you shout that

Written by:
Zachary Grubb

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