Big Bang

Well, so we meet again

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(He said he's grown spiritually since the last time)

Ok, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects

Where the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh

Poison functions accompanied by six armor-clad

Black horse and buggy mechanism

Tucked the portion of my severed vision

The gathering of loose ends in a bucket

With a shoestring budget

Every man's got a field to plow (I know that now)

But it's like, man I really can't afford the oxen

Fe fi etcetera

I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin'

I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone

I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin to paddle back home

I get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention

By eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences

Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering

Now when the groom presents the ring

The bride commence to blistering

This textbook magnificently prude

Prototype king beserker module

Inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal (Treasure)

Treasure

Loose cannons span the starboard bow of the clippership

Dipped in truth famine pressure

Cabin fever meter pegging ludicrous

Beautiful cartoon trooper

Swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar

I rock ready, aim, fire

While ya'll rock ready, fire, aim

Then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame

Merit badge marksman, or poacher?

It's all the same

So I lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a 'Yes sir', sir

Yes, sir

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things

I'm a burn with this little light of mine

And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a, 'Yes sir', sir

Yes, sir

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things

I'm a burn with this little light of mine

And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang

I'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population

Bottle neck effect, sorta born deaf

Alien of shallow alchemy

If you gon' metamorph the basemetal to precious

Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the pesants

I'm floating the homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window

Left an S.O.S infested bottle nested in his grip so

With a prayer circle release party and heartly wild bellow

I observed him fly ten feet then drop the bottles to the devils

Fertile circle turn fertile crescent via bad investment

Despised every second, but I guess I learned my lesson

If I made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim

There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system

Sticky panoramic contaminant planeted

In conjunction with phantom assumption

Gutterbug alumnus candidates

Well, I promise you I'll man the lighthouse

Just to help guide in your ship

If you promise to help pull this out my lip (Bitch)

Godspeed, strait-jacket and ragged approach

To circle suns via folklore pollutants

Derive strictly from a B.C. generation disgust community movement

Alluding to a 'No blood given, no recognition' life manner

I was us up all night with a rusty hammer

Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered

But uh, that certain lack of avail

I sail a choppy lot with buoyancy like a bucket of rocks (Bucket of rocks)

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a 'Yes sir', sir

Yes, sir

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things

I'm a burn with this little light of mine

And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see or hear a 'Yes sir', sir

Yes, sir

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things

I'm a burn with this little light of mine

And a prime concern to earn thanks, I'm a be a big bang

Big bang, bi-big bang

It's gettin bigger by the second

Check it

Ok, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell

I shook buddy system wisdom till the similars repel

I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit syndicate jackals

I'm broken arrow to the fuckin' bone (Broken poem)

I don't really believe in God

But God, I'm scared to death of God

I swear to God, I never meant to spill the beans

Nor tear the pod

It's like I hike an acre unimpressed

And slept on the sabre's edge

Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite pledge

I wanna know myself

Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves

And still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls

I push the ghouls to man overboard

Pull the bulls onto my sword

And buckle down in a corner chair with a round table floor

Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar

Got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar, slide over

The recipe's design unplug the appetite for continuity

By stitching together an esteemed congruents beautifully

I peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers

Cauterized the wounded heads like

"Gimme gimme something major"

Road side prophetic, ascend well (Well)

Enveloped in a mummy ribbon system

Blistering in a wishing well

Big Bang