Zero Dark Thirty

They did not know how long they had been there
 They did not know how long they had been there
 They did not know how long they had been there
 They did not know how long they had been there
 They did not know how long they had been there
 They did not know how long they had been there
 They did not know how long they had been there
 Look
 Unsigned hype
 Front line aeronauts flurry
 Zero dark thirty
 Zero friends minotaur-fugly stepchild
 Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines
 Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes
 Devote one into mothmen munching textiles
 Punisher
 Out past go-time
 Back 10 fried worms chubbier
 Brown grass both sides
 Canned food
 Manmade tools
 Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
 Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
 And a handshake-proof campaign, can't lose
 Can't gain
 Smoke out moles like a force of nature
 Pray fortune return to his favor
 Swiftly
 Maybe in the form of a nest egg
 Maybe in the form of a tesla death ray
 Or a solid gold scene with something better to celebrate
 Than powder on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day
 M-m-moral compass all batshit
 Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets
 Are we supporting the artist or enabling the addict
 I mean, I guess it matters to me
 I wish it mattered to you
 How a thousand virtues
 Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles
 Roving packs of elusive young become
 Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
 In the terrifying face of a future tongue
 Down down from a huntable surplus to one
 Down down from a huntable surplus to one
 Down down from a huntable surplus to one
 Down down from a huntable surplus to one
 Check his own Breakneck pulse
 Over colors in a drain
 That emote sugar skulls in the rain
 Flower-eyes melting
 guided by a levy made of bath tiles tilting
 Quarter up and headed for the kill screen
 No corner cut, no build team
 Only a particularly menacing
 Angle perpendicular to everything
 Boys room cherry bomb
 Boy/goon very much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron
 Hello
 Here's where a tale of caution
 Pounds coffin nails
 To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw tooth
 Nevermind straw to gold
 Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles
 Arm in the maw
 Fish out pith like a business card from a jar at the mall
 A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause
 Get stuffed with cartoon cigars
 Cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost
 Around folk backed into what they most lampoon
 Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles
 Daisy, declawed pound, no thank you
 Fade me
 Failed all basic training
 But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling
 Silhouette the god's last cigarette
 Anything less would be ri-god-damn-diculous
 Roving packs of elusive young become
 Choke lore writers over boosted drums
 In the terrifying face of a future tongue
 Down down from a huntable surplus to one
 Down down from a huntable surplus to one
 Down down from a huntable surplus to one
 One
 One
 One
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