On with your home, the song said it all to the sky   With a lone catapult and a song gently put to the side   And the tones he would push and the songs he would push to the side   when it all went to fuck in the snow that gets pushed to the side   Well your heart is a bush and it's talking to --with some size   When you already put all of the soup inside   They were all really smooshed with a calm steady push to the side   All that your heart finds   Wrong with your own wife      Sign up all your relatives   Only your heart would mind   And the serpentine      I'm the reaper of bonds   Called the arrival   Tear into the night   (???)   "Harder", said your boy      Conserve it with an omelette   And you're on it with the carpet   And you solved it, said you called it   Set your orbit, said you cough it   Said it's often that you're oh fits   And your old tits on your hard drive         NOTE: This is the best I could get. Any and all suggestions are very welcome. This song in the past week has come to top my play count by a lot. I love it so so much.