"Unboxing" by Ash Wednesday. At some point in the morning When the sun meets the planes My eyes get an eye full Of something that is not going to be believed or explained C'mon what's up with you. You say about that little demon ( on your shoulders) I am tired of playing These hands are burning and screaming With odd offerings new and old Summer sunlight summoning the devil Fuck ok I'll play a little tune with you What's the harm, in just one song Fiddling with time realities for fun Chaos causing fucking harping 1 am in the frickin morning This dance is long drawn out and done. Every 555 You see a 666 Every 555 You see a 666 And.... When I am bored I summon you just for fun All to just reject you, a waste of breathe from lungs Got to set my office almost on fire Just to get a response back from your demon ass You said I check all your boxes But honey I can't be contained so kick rocks and I'll see your fucking fake ass in the desert The ending it deserves Dried up And dead inside I am hoping to have my turn To fuck around and find out with the devil What are you doing today? Want to sweat it out? Contrasting some sort of chorusing summons I am trying to grow flowers out of my element Fuck your boxes I am growing peonies that you promised me Too many moons ago So cute I get to play with your demons The sound of sorrows The best thing I've heard since tomorrow It's a good thing to do You can come over and whip out your mind Sharp little frickin forked tounge Soothing snake Placated masses Doomed to repeat mistakes. Ash Wednesday
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