Coming in from all angles   Coming in from all angles   Coming in from all angles   Coming in from all angles      The ringleader, blatant liar   Spit, ether, razor wire   Dig deep, at the fossil spit   Pocket prodding, good and lying      With the eyes wired shut   Wired sky stuffed, comprised of height   And kite fly fluff   AKA cloud poop,    I allow you to arouse mood      Magic action, wow, poof   Gone with the wind   Resting against the breeze   Releasing a chest of bree      Ecstasy, sex, kept it brief   Rapid like phone cords   Slow swords, stabbed in both forks   It's froze gawk    I'm nose whoring, oh so bored      Iron in the surf   Violent swings at words   Diet drinks and turds   I still wink at nerds   I see them flirt with razor blades      And paper shade   Don't waste away   Your shapes amaze   The blaze of babes   Paper chase   Flakes of fake chafe   Nape, plates of bait      More punk than punctual   But less than a lesson   Red etch, pin prick, skin slit   Bled essence   Sick thoughts, dirty, nasty   Bathing and blistered   This is a result of ulcer salt   Parting in distance      Wrong, right   Yes, no   What, why?   Head, toe   When all I wanna do is run   When all I wanna do is run   When all I wanna do is run   When all I wanna do is run   Ahhhh      Pretty colours, mish-mashed to pitch black   Sit back, watch the wind stack   Rosy cheeks, his cosy seat   Slowly reeks of dead roses   And only speak in Mozambique   Disoriented, worried and jaded   The cologen agent, orange arrangement   What if the ages got locked in the pavement?      Cobbled stone smoke rings   Hovelled hope choke string   God'll know those things    Are chocolate coated clothing   Twink, ginger glasses   Are when distance passes   Sinking harvest brings to a new cheap bastard   Rich lipstick glass   Sarcastic asses      Return to sender   A give them a Fender   A Gibson tremenda   Decision for mender   Division, death as an instrument   Tentative legs and with   Pencilled in for excellent length and width   Capacity, atrophy, wrapped in cheap   Black, tacky treats, hot   Captain Beef, captured dreams      The mind-body dualist   Blew a kiss, with eucalyptus puke and piss   Corrode a breath and soaked, forget   To blow the (?) stench   Poke and pest the folks and let   Ropes rope and choke    The broken neck of the chosenesque      Wrong, right   Yes, no   (When all I wanna do...)   What, why?   Head, toe   When all I wanna do is run      More punk than punctual   But less than a lesson   Red etch, pin prick, skin slit   Bled essence   Sick thoughts, dirty, nasty   Bathing and blistered   This is a result of ulcer salt   Parting in distance      More punk than punctual   (From all angles)   But less than a lesson   (Coming in)   Red etch, pin prick, skin slit   Bled essence   Sick thoughts, dirty, nasty   (From all angles)   Bathing and blistered   (Coming in)   This is a result of ulcer salt   Parting in distance   (When all is said and done)      More punk than punctual   (From all angles)   But less than a lesson   (Coming in)   Red etch, pin prick, skin slit   Bled essence   (When all is said and done)   Sick thoughts, dirty, nasty   (From all angles)   Bathing and blistered   (Coming in)   This is a result of ulcer salt   Parting in distance   (When all is said and done)      More punk than punctual   (From all angles)   But less than a lesson   (Coming in)   Red etch, pin prick, skin slit   Bled essence   (When all is said and done)   Sick thoughts, dirty, nasty   (From all angles)   Bathing and blistered   (Coming in)   This is a result of ulcer salt   Parting in distance   (When all is said and done)      More punk than punctual   (From all angles)   But less than a lesson   (Coming in)   Red etch, pin prick, skin slit   Bled essence   (When all is said and done)