Текст песни Low Fidelity Allstars - Warming Up The Brain Farm

Dear God,
The patient's best intentions
have sadly faltered
Despite his newly installed, varnished brain,
and being force-fed gallons of viscous demented liquor,
he is determined to obtain the new drone spiders' trophy
He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats
Quite frankly, I'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate
my headspace
He talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second
as the clock spits, clicks, and time speeds by in the
form of a neon snake
Massive delusions?
Very probably
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I fear for my safety
He is as weak as his fellow man
I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks,
clowns, fools, sycophants and the desperate
I insist we barter with the moon to sell the patient's cohesive lyrical maps
in exchange for a vision of the future
Stricken with grief, I have no choice but to turn to lethal toxins
Hardcore Punk Paste
Allstars takin' over