Waiting for the syrup to hit the back of my throat and coat
my nose hoping for a retraction of the soreness that throbs
and robs me of my intelligent repartee what do you got to say?
If you can truly go your own way
would you weigh your options?
Milk life for all it's worth or else you'll get stuck with the whey.
Wait the end out and get your pound of flesh from the rest
as they rest and the music rest indicates the next measure
meant as a measurement it's aimed at a relevant target it's
hardships blasting missed ills at hard ships carrying the varmints
intent on infecting the indigenous in tents incensed at incense,
the sweet smell of insects in sex and incest in sects' sections,
sectioned off in section eight all because of what they had ate.