My Margins Left Scrambled
Dark as my cooridoors are
Etched in light afar they're seemingly boorlerless floors are doors ajar
Vested in the art, a guard who's smart's leaving horrible scars
In and beneath the arc, never to see the art falling from par
Enter, touring the heart's mind...in choosing the whores for parts
Rearanging these ten brewing storms'll mark
As plain as a frosty white plate
Ever he's so clever, a wizard if ever
Whether or not together
Never not weather, the weather, the blizard, forever
Entering villanous, the stillest ill in this feeling is so real
Little by little it steals from me still
Nill to the writer, to the villian's the till, in his reeling is no feel
It'll only by little chill from these pills
Obligations for the lame mens sake, his stake as late's forsaken
For making himself an abombination, his take's great for taking
Rhymeless, these crossing faces across these races, they're cross and faking
Your minds not really seeing in it
Really being in it
Viscous, these vissions within weening visits
Elicit lips are whispering tips
Exit now before there is no meaning with it
Remember to close the windows, don't forget about these fellows
You'll get a chill so real and morbid it bellows
His mellow...soft and yellow
Eventually you'll need so to tell those fellows a hello
Me, I can tell those fellows are from hell though
I've seen 'em at road side
Intertwined with bushes and brush fire
Within the bussom of lush bryers
Rush...
There trying to push cryers
Eyes wired, pleading please, 'til minds, they retire...expire
Etched in light afar they're seemingly boorlerless floors are doors ajar
Vested in the art, a guard who's smart's leaving horrible scars
In and beneath the arc, never to see the art falling from par
Enter, touring the heart's mind...in choosing the whores for parts
Rearanging these ten brewing storms'll mark
As plain as a frosty white plate
Ever he's so clever, a wizard if ever
Whether or not together
Never not weather, the weather, the blizard, forever
Entering villanous, the stillest ill in this feeling is so real
Little by little it steals from me still
Nill to the writer, to the villian's the till, in his reeling is no feel
It'll only by little chill from these pills
Obligations for the lame mens sake, his stake as late's forsaken
For making himself an abombination, his take's great for taking
Rhymeless, these crossing faces across these races, they're cross and faking
Your minds not really seeing in it
Really being in it
Viscous, these vissions within weening visits
Elicit lips are whispering tips
Exit now before there is no meaning with it
Remember to close the windows, don't forget about these fellows
You'll get a chill so real and morbid it bellows
His mellow...soft and yellow
Eventually you'll need so to tell those fellows a hello
Me, I can tell those fellows are from hell though
I've seen 'em at road side
Intertwined with bushes and brush fire
Within the bussom of lush bryers
Rush...
There trying to push cryers
Eyes wired, pleading please, 'til minds, they retire...expire
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