DeletedUser20525
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Off the top of my head. Not overly good. Pushing it out tonight. Sometimes it flows, sometimes its crap, this will probably be the latter
Chaos spitter spatters in the heat
Like oil on a frying pan, under high heat
searing hands and burning feet
bounding high into the air
to land again over here over there.
Chaos, the lack of order and calm
Is generally short lived, something held in ones palm
A firecracker burns and blasts bright
But when its done on goes the night
Spitter spatter like oil on a fire
Spitter spatter in a pot bubbling and dire
spitter spatter drop some ice in that pot
spitter spatter BOOM chaos got hot
Chaos, static fuzz on my TV.
Blinks for just second faster than the wings of a bee
the programming however keeps running see
Because we pay for it dummy, its what we want to see
Not the chaos of the fuzz, its a whisper forgotten
Like the core of an apple left over and rotten
its there but no longer a word on our lips
heck it aint even a calorie on a woman's budding hips.
It was there, we know it, it had form and substance
So does this bulls@#$ which I have in abundance!
Spitter spatter like hot oil on a fire.
Spitter spatter like a my hand on a live wire
Spitter spatter chaos coalesced in my head
random thoughts and feelings push on till I am dead
Coalesces into thoughts, imagination
long past the chaos of creation
long past the words that are our damnation
long past my brains obvious stagnation
Chaos spitter spatters in the heat
Like oil on a frying pan, under high heat
searing hands and burning feet
bounding high into the air
to land again over here over there.
Chaos, the lack of order and calm
Is generally short lived, something held in ones palm
A firecracker burns and blasts bright
But when its done on goes the night
Spitter spatter like oil on a fire
Spitter spatter in a pot bubbling and dire
spitter spatter drop some ice in that pot
spitter spatter BOOM chaos got hot
Chaos, static fuzz on my TV.
Blinks for just second faster than the wings of a bee
the programming however keeps running see
Because we pay for it dummy, its what we want to see
Not the chaos of the fuzz, its a whisper forgotten
Like the core of an apple left over and rotten
its there but no longer a word on our lips
heck it aint even a calorie on a woman's budding hips.
It was there, we know it, it had form and substance
So does this bulls@#$ which I have in abundance!
Spitter spatter like hot oil on a fire.
Spitter spatter like a my hand on a live wire
Spitter spatter chaos coalesced in my head
random thoughts and feelings push on till I am dead
Coalesces into thoughts, imagination
long past the chaos of creation
long past the words that are our damnation
long past my brains obvious stagnation