Ooh, oh yeah Ooh, oh yeah Ooh, oh yeah You insult me in my home you're forgiven this time Things go well you're eyes dilate you shake and I'm high Look in my eyes deep and watch the clouds change with time Twenty hours won't print my picture milk carton size Carton size Carton size Carton size Call me up congratulations ain't the real why There's no pressures besides brilliance let's say by day nine Endless corporate ignorance lets me control time By the way (by the way, by the way, by the way) Once again you see an in Discolored skin gives you away So afraid you kindly gurgle Out a date, for me Ooh, oh yeah Ooh, oh yeah Ooh, oh yeah Now the body of one soul I adore wants to die You have always told me you'd not live past twenty-five I say stay long enough to repay all who caused strife Once again you see an in Discolored skin gives you away So afraid you kindly gurgle Out a date, for me Once again you see an in Discolored skin gives you away So afraid you kindly gurgle Out a date, for me Ooh, oh yeah Ooh Spoken: I bear true and an existing witness to this barrel of monkeys. A self-proclaimed immoral success, perfected by each whereof; individually deadly, and equally so and spread about the surrendered troops, for even thousands of miles cannot tear apart their communication, or the lack thereof. Vultures, liars, thieves: each proclaim their innocence in no suggestion or rhyme, your weapon is contained in the wrecking of keeping the desired effect. The breaking of the spirit thwarts the whole being. Your weapon is guilt Your weapon is guilt Your weapon is guilt Guilt