BGEA, Time to bash on gays, Time to bash on Asian food, Don't just bash to haze. Bash some fucking heads in too, Bash some fucking brains, Bashing all the lunatics, I'll bash them all insane, I'm bashful in my private life, Bashing costumes in the gaze, Bashed my own head full of dreams, Abashed, I bashed them all away.
Sit back and listen as appassionata plays, Something fires from a musical regatta, Emotion lingers on for days. Simple sounds service not his fingers, All basic math retold and forgot, Something more than strings and levers. Some more than Beet and Bach.
Dammit, why? Scenes go by when hips moved side by side, Striding by wayside before waving good-bye, Parallel shutting her eyes; My shoulders shudder when boats pass me by. Before air was too dry, Before I was too late to try, To crack a smile to the heavens wry, Asking why. Dammit, why?
Bueller, Bueller, Bueller Pews faced to view the fooler Tools taken from the tooler Put online to try and school her Austerity, Austerity, Austere A cry that no-one cares to Words with fares to blare through Worlds unfair to tear through Heaven, Heaven, Above A thought I think the world of If nothing comes from nothing What are acts of love?
Back before the dawn Beyond doors closed forever Lay the Ashen Lawn
Mame is me; The game is in emulating everything seen; Swapping keys, Shame and hatred; Ethereally; Seeking peace; 'scaping to the reeking happy hollow of a tree.