Red carpet hid the blood, envy led to painful fraud,
violent reaction. Friction? Fucking science fiction.

Green ironic pool of bitter and moronic fools,
God threw his craftsman tools, and burnt infernal schools.

Blue magic dances lightly, black satin bras sit tightly,
ghastly, how it seems so cold, molded to a heavenly mold.

To touch you, let my fingers brush you,
crush you with my heart, fresh dew,
paint you with my different colors,
hate your life, your darker you.
Never care, just follow blindly, hardly ever stay abiding,
fold your mind in, hold your eyes in, closed, the river
comes and goes,
fucking devil's whores.
Spread anemic wings and fly,
flee to regions bitter wry,
cry like babies thrown aside, suicide?
Another fucking coward's joyride.

Climb the pattern, learn to scatter,
try get better, ill behavior,
taste the poison but don't swallow,
shallow graves are being hollowed,
shadows follow like dark pets, no disrespect, oh God, you
must get it.
Golden keys for wooden doors, metal strings play divine
chords.
Dance, but not too much, or you'll lose it,
the brink of consciousness,
intelligence quits.

Master forms of mind reflection, blast the worm with nuclear
love,
cast a spell to force reaction, christ, I feel like fucking
Job.