4. katie please pass the paradigm Of all the different flavors of oblivion Oh why u hafta walk into mine? the problem with the process is i kinda like denial Katie please pass the paradigm before its out of style The map of my redemption isn't so precise. and i laugh too easy now that I died but those twentieth century problems they don’t keep me from my soup katie please tell the coroner to join me on the roof The killer with the cool thumbs Like his summers strong and birds don't like t admit theyre wrong the teen prophet was so much hotter before he knew that he was right katie please pass the crisis before i get uptight The placement of the carnage couldn't cure the song but I make good money now tht I'm wrong just one more misleading symbol before my creature is complete K please call the doctor before I'm obsolete the killer textbook tends to like its pathos fried but i don't touch the reason why I pressed that button for ages and all I got was a sleeker doom Katie please turn the lights on and have some juice The earth man hates t own up to his love of where he does and does not find release More skull and onion motif please. The changeling with the cool car clocks it Kate please hold my hair back like its an important part of twentieth century architecture Remember when I was ruthless and my songs were like me and i blindly strummed fr ages. K my best mistakes i always did make with my hands no? you know Being slow could come into fashion again and id be seen as a pioneer and then k, then you might get yr money back but oops! I broke the new lexicon while the killer textbook lies in wait quaffing at its elf-sport Katie please teach the coroner how to sung my song The teen preacher had a crush on what i disavowed from the get go While the muse of magnets pours out another round the trouble with the tricksters is they cant help but trick themselves I lied once to my mama but i did it just fr myself And I lied once fr the team but they revoked my PhD Katie please make me honest Before i go to seed like birds we dont like to admit to our arbitrary little sex lives and the minivan's true driver dont know where shes from I don't wanna read anymore from this strange book of man. The pages so salty and the plot moves like baked potatooooooo... I've gone 24 hrs without a single magic flute. Hello slug sympathizers and pretenders to the burn Have a looksee at my desperate literature All crows get 30% off of fireworks I googled things known for untowardness and that's how i met my sexy mentor but it couldn't cure me of my cowboy hat and limp ugliness is a verb The haters correlate and too many limbs Heal my soapy curse No more joking please We are no amateur plums and were not going home The killer's textbooks are going up for sale Touch me on my crumbs Whys the chosen peanut always hafta fail? Love the psycho's blunts katie, no one cares about emotional hygiene and the joy of being doubted like me and the psycho's blunts Birds don't like me they prefer Skull and Onion motif because they are weird about real shit and their fingers they have a way of saying too many things without saying anything at all yeah, some anonymous out of the ordinary shit yeah yeah, very cool A map of my redemption came to me in my dreams Skull and onion was the flavor of the single potato chip it was drawn on The world's most dangerous flower is My natural sport i wrote my best songs when u weren't looking and now All the songs I write are waiting songs He-milfs they lie so good in the canyon wet in the blueing dawn I'm in a band with yr ex wife and I think yr song is derivative. be me be me be me i put a picture of your wound on your birthday cake This is quickly becoming metaphorical. The clap of my correction came in the shape of green markers sports having a heyday I'm a little bit pumped on the green door Tell me, please, what all these onions are for and then and only then i will make you a drawing of how you have not changed Sports to please the eyes and the bodies of men where One axis was the correction's glare and the other was the blah blah yeah, i actually like a sport The drunker the green marker the sleeker the cooties Why is it yr friends lie t make u feel sweet and u lie t yr self t make yrself discreet? write drunk edit blasted out of your little mind Luckily suffering is easily quantifiable I know u think about me when your ex-wife sing "She gets the far-away look in her eyes" i stay with the skin her long blonde hair it keeps a part of me in the whelp of now it's ok to be so far away god i wish it were a metaphor now