The Sophist

2016-03-03 12:00 am

Out of the rain his body dried.
People passed and the music private.
An everlasting non-surprise;
Eternal peace and your reprise.

C'est pour Robbie,
Et mon amis,
And all neighbors up and down my street.
I love you all just in the way I do;
All of ya're fuckin' bitches sippin' bitches brew.

I'm the kind of guy that boldly lies;
I say I'm not the type to boldly lie.
I am not bold.
I lay around,
I drink sometimes.

C'était ne pour Robbie,
C'est pour mon amis,
I do it just to make less enemies.
I'm weaker than I'm trying to be,
Eagerly I'm waiting for an equal opportunity.

An everlasting non-surprise;
Eternal peace and your reprise.
Nothing from nothing grows in size.
When something lives;
Nothing dies.