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letra de screaming like shittt - stice

and from this little speck, there came to us the talking helmet
already it took on shapes of astral project comments
where’s its wallet? how’s it do that? what is with that? what do you call it?
i believe that esp is brought on from a comet
i-d-c because what thoughts to read, what’s left is mostly garbage

beauty came up my mind so fast, i did all i could not to break my back
tearing up modern free love just to fiddle with a little thought of a maniac
helmet don’t give a rat’s ass whether you’re a man with a plan or a godd-mned god
focus on your lack of image, in nation, i cannot picture
just when i think i’m thinking, hеlmet comes in nearеr
(f-ck off, you’re a skinny loser)
(someone call security)
ah, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck
it’s all so d-mn weird
brains became vestigial unit
ah
it’s all soddom blockheads, blockheads screaming like sh-t
skipper my lip, spit
or pepper the sky with satellites on fire

squeam, you little jelly bean
you condom hung, you bean, bean, bean
your face is waking, frankenbean
a raving comet’s fiendish bean
bean is fish or bean is bean
you rockers ever beat a bean?
a tiny, little, baby bean
what’s that even beaven mean?
a rocker rocks and doesn’t beat
beat on beat or bean on bean?
rock on rockers rock the scene
rocky, rocky, rocking bean
i rocked it to the beat of bean
have you even ever been?
it’s really bad, know what i mean?
teeny, weenie, shiny sheen
and if by chance you want to leave
exit by the light of beam
rock on rockers rock the bean
back, back, back, back to the ledge
three legs
look at me, i got free for revenge
one helmet, no head
but it’s talking just like says
it’s talking without speaking
i can hear it now even now that it’s dead
pop quiz
what’s dead and red and makes me sick?
just then, did you hear, did you hear what it said?
it speaks through the eye in my head
what crawls from the dark of the ship?
a ship in the shape of a cross
what’s left of the angel’s egg?
there’s not much left
the helmet does not need a head

i know what’s coming
i know it’s cabbage
i’m staring at the cabbage through the holes in evil helmet
and if you felt it
you couldn’t help it
you’d have a gaping crushing gap between your pelvis
you recreate it when you strum the master’s stick, rebellious
well built, jealous
i couldn’t even tell him
i know you want it
i know you’ve got it
and you can’t help it
you’re just honest
you self-corrected
you give me omelettes
you couldn’t shake the fact that everybody already got it
f-ck it, little jelly bean
you wanna-be, you bean, bean, bean
you could speak, but who believe?
you’re a woman, human being
what’s the use in being mia?
when helmet is a whole darn head
floating on a stupid ledge
watching people hold my hand

bang, bang, bang, bang
you couldn’t even see the screen
you need to chew before you swallow all the human beans

terminate, vertebrae
get ’em in the back while the feelings great
murder me, steal my ideas
every little bit of brain is wasted complaint
it’s a big mistake, a big fat cake
even in the absolute poorest taste
wait a tick, wait another tick
but it’s been so long since i’ve seen human waste

- stice

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