Letras:
Sole Bottle Of Humans

you're facing Sole-ful eloquence You've got a lot of time to think, that's not necessarily a bad thing Just think of all the joys a bottle of Windex,

my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come Can't exist outside the bottle

getting black-balled I'm getting white-boyed You can condescend me but you can't offend me I'm sure i'll get all the secret codes When showing love to sole

My phone rang, I converse with the busy signal Why can't they let me die in pieces? I don't want any more food or condolences, let my people go Burn

a point and we're laughing At 'em Arrogant people are talking shit, well people like me got a lot to say The post futuristic pre-modernism bottle of ragged tortured soles

are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come Can't exist outside the bottle

Blank page, blank space between the space and timex count down to nothing, no pop, no big bang theories of post modernistic expression the new impressions

Indonesia Vivisections performed by Gillette and Unilever Walmart moves in to monopolize and rape communities Nestle is responsible for third-world deaths from baby bottle

me Tables and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A metal ladder A wooden cross A plastic bottle of water A mandala encased in glass A spirit