Changes

(Sing)

 

Changes

Happen

Gradually

 

Arrangements

Of life’s

Casualties

 

Estranged

From all

The gravity

 

Rearranged…

 

This world is quite strange

Sometimes I wanna hang

Myself from the roof but the booth always hold me back

I’m not gonna crack I’m not gonna turn back

I’m. Changing for the better and if you read this letter

You’ll know that I’m no hobo I’m broken yo but my

Frozen souls a hoping soul aloping with the rhythm and

Soaking in the shadows molt. My skeleton hurts. I’ve been

Down in the dirt so low I could look up full length skirts. I’ve

Been winning at bingo and since I’m a gringo I’ll throw hate

Out the window and live the life like a rental, causing

Hazards, my heart and souls in particoles. And there’s rust

And barnacles and my dusty bare knuckles, I chuckle,

I wallow in filth, I dance in the rain, and I simply don’t care

To be fair or to fight a fair fight this life is a dare and im

Taking flight. Forever starts tonight .

 

 

(And a rap…….)

 

I’m made of atomic particles that sparkle and fade, to a knife fight

I bring a grenade. Got the life right hey come

with your brigade. all that strife ight ain’t getting you laid.

Gunshot two shot three shot four, I’ll stomp your

fucking head after I kick open your door.

Call me whatever just don’t call me poor.

Biting lines gone off wine, give me more!

This is the season for noise pollution contamination,

I’m in a spaceship with a stray bitch navigatin’.

A hazard waiting for the next disaster baby.

Haphazard a master a pastor of plaster a gangster

much faster than your average rapper.

 

I puke voodoo, I’m kookoo, I’m a guru at Zulu.

I’m nervous eating cashews reading Matthews in a too too.

so anyway who knew? This BAR would raise so high I’m

a pretty basic guy, I mean I’m PRETTY basic-lieeeeee…

 

basically whatever I’m clever more than ever

forever the director of my own fate.

You feel sad and then masturbate.

I saturate the atmosphere with words

more clear than a herd of invisible sheep.

black astronaut we bite with our teeth and

it ain’t cheap to eat this well, our name is

BAR does it ring a bell? hell raisers who spell pages

of rell lyrics, mimicking mystics logistics linguistics

for the Ukraine and anywhere else it do rain.

A urianium cranium in a stadium filled with radium,

stuck in an atrium with 8 demons.