Thursday, May 12, 2022

"My Father Told Me My Good Mood Was Artificial"

new lyrics — 

My Father Told Me My Good Mood Was Artificial

I spit on a moth, and knocked it down

Can’t I get some crypto for that

Cut my brows with toenail clippers


Swallow my pride, toasters fly

Face-filter me in fucked sunrise

Dad was always a good thing for me


Now I hit you

I hit you

I hit you

I popped you one


Beginning to grok what I’ve begun


You’re yawning, spit in your mouth

Hit you with a croquet stick

You’re young, cut my brain for six


So six will eat now 

Your lips are balmed and stick

Orange fox bit right palm, molars, abscessed tongue


So I hit it

I hit it

Smashed it till it splashed

Cumin and atom-bomb


Good-weed-grok the moth


Beginning to grok what I’ve begun


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