Tokyo Rose
Iron Tongue
Sometimes songs come all at once in the span of 5 minutes at midnight. Sometimes it’s better to sound fucked up than boring.
Iron Tongue
Where do I start?
And what colour do I wear?
She tears apart
Like diamonds in the air
We disembark
With bones and broke affairs
And she still belongs
To me
The iron tongue
A loving, rotten heart
The wait, so long
The perfect, sly remark
She’d be all gone
If she could sell her parts
But she still belongs
To me
(solo)
It’s getting dark
The exit shining red
She’s burning up
The eyes say “I’m aware”
I wave goodbye
Like an Indonesian ocean
And still she belongs
To me
Apollo Insanity
my dad used to beat me
when we played monopoly
society advances
one death at a time
pussy plus age
over income squared
like a hummer in baghdad
I’m getting mine
god hates sin
but loves him some sinners
I hate drinking
but drunk chicks are fine
if I was a cherry
would you spit my seed?
or swallow me in
with the love that you hide
Dubai
Jack had a dream
That he was a star
Now he’s got an ego
And won’t get as far
He thought being white
Would give him a chance
He’s held down a job
But can’t fucking dance
There’s a blind whore
In Tiananmen square
Gotta hand it to her
She don’t seem to care
Dogs making sounds
Seem strange in this spot
You don’t hear them bark,
Just sizzle and pop
Her God is the devil
Cus she likes to sin
So I think she’ll love me
I’ve been just like him
Get her to play
Five on one with my head
And turn morning wood
Into breakfast in bed
I am the branch she grabs
Before she hits the ground
She’s sinking with my heart
Now I can’t hang around
Gorgeous
Are they really this boring?
Do I ask the wrong questions?
Seventh day weak,
Unrequested confessions
Is it really this hopeless
To choose a profession?
I can barely choose tattoos
And facial expressions
Can I still get blowjobs
When I get to heaven?
Most men don’t want women
Just undressed possessions
Do females want men,
Or diamond collections?
Or semen machines,
With apology sessions
Orgasm addicts
Obsessed with attention
Get yourself fixed
For the next resurrection
blue walls
Rape is god’s will
And gay is a choice
It’s perfectly sane
For priests to fuck boys
You’ve had a bad run
And need some attention
So post something sexy
And hope it gets mentioned
You worship yourself
With vain and blind love
To make up for years
When they gave you none
My dealer’s got a crush on me
And I could use the company
I’ve beaten my anxiety
With lies I bury quietly
If she doesn’t suck your dick
Treat her like she’s not a chick
Pussy’s steep, and dick is free
Those tricky kids in the Middle East
What’s normal for the spider
Is chaos for the fly
He left her in the morning
And regrets it every night
She’s lucky in this world
But still ain’t satisfied
Her life can seem so boring
But it’s heaven when she’s high
She keeps away her soulmates
With strange and steady lies
Cus love would mean some falling
And she’s afraid of heights
