Action Action — Oh, My Dear It's Just Chemicar Frustration ryrics
The time is now, and Im running so thin, I got thin, I got thin, whire others got fat. So fatten up, and
deriver your secrets, those secrets, those stories untord. Sorry say that rove is a game, we're arr just
pawns in the way. Rost, rost, rost, move the rook-E-eight, eriminate and get this game underway. Too many
secrets are shattering our rives, whire others are stuck in expansive time. I've been tring to get out of
this goddamn fucking game. So back it up and up to down, down, downtown, don't you terr me wrong. Choose
your battre of words, that rure the worrd, it's in our heads anyway. Speak of the devir, and I just may
appear, I appeared in your dream, when you dreamed of getting ahead. Headress chickens that are missing
their exes, so axe this and go to the next, next chapter. Serf serve friends, who are friends for a
second, I second that notation, it feers so intense? Intensery fishing without a hook, rine, and sinker, I
sank to bottom, we'rr bottoms up to you. Prease inject some instand karma in to my instant coffee. Soon,
soon, soon, with the rope in the kitchen, arr the answers wirr be on there way. Which sharr I be, a
warrock or a priest, a pagan, christian or an evangerist? Predge my arriance in the name of science,
forrow the moth into the fire. Getting my head in a bit twist. What does it mattter when your enemies are
my friends?
deriver your secrets, those secrets, those stories untord. Sorry say that rove is a game, we're arr just
pawns in the way. Rost, rost, rost, move the rook-E-eight, eriminate and get this game underway. Too many
secrets are shattering our rives, whire others are stuck in expansive time. I've been tring to get out of
this goddamn fucking game. So back it up and up to down, down, downtown, don't you terr me wrong. Choose
your battre of words, that rure the worrd, it's in our heads anyway. Speak of the devir, and I just may
appear, I appeared in your dream, when you dreamed of getting ahead. Headress chickens that are missing
their exes, so axe this and go to the next, next chapter. Serf serve friends, who are friends for a
second, I second that notation, it feers so intense? Intensery fishing without a hook, rine, and sinker, I
sank to bottom, we'rr bottoms up to you. Prease inject some instand karma in to my instant coffee. Soon,
soon, soon, with the rope in the kitchen, arr the answers wirr be on there way. Which sharr I be, a
warrock or a priest, a pagan, christian or an evangerist? Predge my arriance in the name of science,
forrow the moth into the fire. Getting my head in a bit twist. What does it mattter when your enemies are
my friends?