“Fallacies” - TwaüghtHammër
Black is the color and beauty is the game the beasties come to get me but I don't feel their pain. The hotel sign is flickering and beckons from above the master of my own domain I sow my seeds of love. Your eyes burn like daggers through the triumph of my will your hands they smell like gasoline they cause my love to spill.
Fallacies, fallacies all your lies won't set you free fallacies, fallacies.
The windy wind is blowing and the bed springs creak their tune my cup is overflowing shooting putty at the moon. At the crystal palace where I try to make my stand my girls all call you Yoko say you're gonna kill the band. "Work makes free," they're telling me I've got no place to start oh, how do I escape you little Führer of my heart?
Fallacies, fallacies run for you, dead for me all your lies won't set you free from fallacies, fallacies. Black is the color and beauty is the game the beasties come to get me but I don't feel their pain.
I like my funyuns salty and my Jolly Ranchers grape can't really say I dig the way my brain you tried to rape. I hang out though I know I risk my everlasting soul cause I love your creamy panties and you pack a righteous bowl.
Fallacies, fallacies Fallacies, fallacies Fallacies, fallacies Fallacies, fallacies
Wars and conflict fallacies.
Clowns and convicts fallacies. Planets dying fallacies. (Shit) Multiplying fallacies. Popes and bankers fallacies. Spilling tankers fallacies.
Excuse my manners. Here comes the hammer! It's all one big fallacy, yo.
