Twelve ton a foot

Made by desire, ends in a trap, where will my heart lead us tonight, moving it on, but thing’s stay the same, if I was in charge I’d feel the shame, picture my head, picture yourself, working your fingers to the bone, well perhaps not the bone, but maybe the skin, I open my doors and invite you in

I wish I could jump, dive into the sun
I’d swim around a bit and then I would cum,
The re-sult would be, a super-sun man
He’d serve the legion, be our number one fan
If he’s given the chances, could equate to the masses
If he’s stopped by the classes, we could fall on our asses

Diego it’s like a circus under here, machinations, they scheme to make you fear, and the outlets are a piece of fucking shit, conform to trend or they are having none of it, let me show you

Even the lowly have a name, even the lion can be tamed, opening up those fears and bailing you, bailing you, bailing you out again

It’s ap-peal is crude, shallow, contrived, it’s pop music and it’s where the dim-witted thrive, they scour the cities for the burning disease, it’s called fame for nothing and it’s easy to achieve, if they promised you roses, they’d be giving you ashes, if they promise you genius, think I’d rather take lashes

Now that integrities a steal, taking the demon off the wheel, maybe as easy as can be, as can be, as can be

What do we get, shouldn’t we get, better we get, sooner we get…destiny!

Even the stars are gone…no worth crying
Even the faith is gone…no worth crying
Even the hope is gone…but that sh*t’ll be back
Even the sounds are gone…no worth crying