I'd love to hear Diary and Life and Death... _________________ "IN THE TWILIGHT OF MORNING
I REST MY WEARY EYES
FOR THE BENEFITS OF THE NIGHT'S BOUNTY
WERE MANY
MY SOUL'S BEEN REDEEMED"
Mine is pure Whiteness
It is as pure is
Damn the calcium which comes from
You as a moth to flame I drink
In the twilight of morning I go to to the kitchen
For the beverages of the nights bounty were many
My soul has been redeemed (with those of others)
I missed my milk tonight
Hiding behind the fridge I cannot bare to face
That of a dead farmer
And his beast, the Cow
Flavor ripping through his brow
Texture soft and white, add a little ice
Just as I recall
Not longer than nine score
Certainly food for the gods
And fit for a thirsty prince
This milk I'll have it now
I will have it, it is mine
Rise of the sun, my test of time
And when shadows fall on unholy prairie
It's time to drink again
As consciousness slips into whiteness
I rise to drinks cold embrace
And though my blood runs cold
I know my milk is mine alone
And my mortal heart shall beat again
Like it did ten thousand years ago
Milk can only taste this sweet
Not like the others drinks, so incomplete
The symbolic arrow that pierces my heart
Takes the shape of a a gallon of milk
Now I am the one fortified
For this deliciousness I'd give my own
And die for mankind's sins
But that is not the nature of this beast
I am satisfied.
I will have it, it is mine
Rise of the sun, my test of time
When shadows fall on unholy prairie
I will drink this milk _________________ Christ, it's nothing Personal.
Mine is pure Whiteness
It is as pure is
Damn the calcium which comes from
You as a moth to flame I drink
In the twilight of morning I go to to the kitchen
For the beverages of the nights bounty were many
My soul has been redeemed (with those of others)
I missed my milk tonight
Hiding behind the fridge I cannot bare to face
That of a dead farmer
And his beast, the Cow
Flavor ripping through his brow
Texture soft and white, add a little ice
Just as I recall
Not longer than nine score
Certainly food for the gods
And fit for a thirsty prince
This milk I'll have it now
I will have it, it is mine
Rise of the sun, my test of time
And when shadows fall on unholy prairie
It's time to drink again
As consciousness slips into whiteness
I rise to drinks cold embrace
And though my blood runs cold
I know my milk is mine alone
And my mortal heart shall beat again
Like it did ten thousand years ago
Milk can only taste this sweet
Not like the others drinks, so incomplete
The symbolic arrow that pierces my heart
Takes the shape of a a gallon of milk
Now I am the one fortified
For this deliciousness I'd give my own
And die for mankind's sins
But that is not the nature of this beast
I am satisfied.
I will have it, it is mine
Rise of the sun, my test of time
When shadows fall on unholy prairie
I will drink this milk
wow.
You just think of that? _________________ Fuck the Patriots
matt can get a big ass cannon and shoot milk at the crowd during this song _________________
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then i guess you can't see this show...muahahahha...as a final touch cereal pours on the crowd from above _________________
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