Cumshots - Pears

Cumshots Lyrics

i am not a chicken
cumshots, random
fleeting tidbits of justification
must write them down
before the final bulb burns out
scribbled, confused
kneel down before high priest of patronization
he bleeds of true a privilege
billows from his snout
how mighty how utterly beautiful the motions a nonchalant charade
chill out, toke up
expect the unexpectable waning
of simple certainty
that things remain the same

amtrack incubation on the unmaintainable maintaining
the hurt clings to em
bits of glitter adorned I came
model train set, im at the epicenter
flag down conductor and dose his lemonade
in this armchair, I eat my shit for supper
succumb to quiet, the bananas on parade