Pseudoubt - 1236 lyrics

One half unidentified A positive, brown hair, blue eyes Wouldn't even know it's do or die Hail Mary pa** to the plastic I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for this But the purpose is Likely monetary I might be wrong but that's me I fight for calm but that seeds been planted Damned to grow into a tree I can't explain what I am unaware of A bird or a plane or a dove Is it anger or love Pa**ion, hatred, or none of the above Fashion statement in place of a tug of war Less is more til the captain is overboard Swept out to abyss One way search party Law contradicts But even if it wasn't prohibited I would still need to consider if the intimate nature of that interaction is Something that I could have actually lived with This tidbit is riveting I admit that the splinter cell quibbing quells my living hell Quick to the ever so well rounded infidel Smell my breath And tell me if there's a hint of longing It's a fawn over spawning type deal Like peeled fruit These roots have plenty water but Yet to shoot Let's review With a fodder outnumbering more than the average I could not have bit off more than I can chew I have news for all of the cynics who thought it perverse I have been nurtured for better or worse I am not perfect but I have an adverse effect on the vermin that scour the earth For what it's worth I have a permanent scar where a gap in the armor was Garnered a document over a decade late By then it was hard to relate Sour at first but I still am traversing the angles and curves of the aftertaste Fascinating use of underscores My lord Why would we Bore all the peasants With pleasantries anyway Skeptical even of tropical getaways It more than amazes some I'm sure that a blazing gun Is poor form Fore lorn We're born out of the womb and soon we shall return Spelunking hunter gatherers And s**m cell research The curtain call is a knee jerk Length up I've said much too much And tuck Roll One toll too many and you're empty handed Not a penny since we branded you in darkness while you shoot Threw the dart and flew the coup A simple patern Never to be solved The faces I will never Never recognize They haunt me A gift embodied Out of innocence The places I have never I have ever been They call me Impartial only To a small extent My skin is yours Each hair Each pore One memory more