MFRS
December 18, 2008 / 1:00 am
Between the sigh,
The battle cry, and
The money supply we
Are living. And giving in
To whatever temptation
Throws our way. Acclimation
Is bound to happen some
Time. And this is just the
Beginning rhyme. Find me
A clock to wind and I'll
Be six hours ahead of my
Fellow unwed, white bread,
Living dead. Val doesn't live
Here anymore, found the door,
Asked for more, not sorry for
Tripping over your feelings.
God, I find that unappealing.
When did I become the keeper
Of all things grim reaper? Really
Look at my face, you'll see a
Base of just-in-case, a dot of
Mental case, and flat out coup
De grace. Smile, there is no
Back-up file, just versatile
Writing style. I'll spin this one
Ten times more, before you
Catch the overall price of your
Time. Crime I can't play the guitar
I'd be a motherfuckin rock star.