Inside This Mind Iii (More Ochsa Insanity)
Night is the anesthetic, leaking
from the eyes of the moon's offspring
blinding the onlookers of midnight
who with sweaty hands cling
to the hot metal sun
with the smell of burnt flesh
accompanied by cracking whips
opening wounds of salty red mess
so that Zeus in heaven above
chased the away with lightening.
Although it might be Bob
and who was he fighting?
Was it plucking clouds from skylights,
knocking up the gods so we could have abortion
"Yes, let's continue our talk about sex."
The rich chocolate slave begs of her portion,
so i guess yes, it's Bob mourning for her living
and that she plucked the clouds away
So Mae-Mae took the anesthetic
knowing it was wrong, she drank it anyway.
For tonight she knew him coming.
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