Blathers Log
Fecal Matter
Just sitting on the sidewalk, the police have a vendetta against me
They took the duty straight from being a spoken word obsolete
Don't let the fuzz attempt you, the holocaust is catching up with me
I cannot overwrite this, my journal has lost its meaning
Your bodies burn the same, with many sights to see
My airway stops the brain, too weak
I'm epileptic, compressed by the ball being worth four dollars
Ended up with the same things that you think, I'd sit my mind for some green
I don't know much about the brain scan, I'd rather play with vaseline
Your bodies burn the same, with many sights to see
My airway stops the brain, too weak
