Osiris in Pieces
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Osiris in pieces
into the screen he stares.
And he builds his little cities
where they don’t need any air.
And he lights his glass pipe
and swivels in his chair.
And snickers as he says
what if I never.
What if I never.
Maybe you can be the one
to fluff up his soul.
To pick up all the shards,
to stuff up the holes.
Maybe you can be the one
to put it all together.
King warrior magician lover
motherfucker whatever.
Motherfucker whatever.
Oh, I can see your plumber crack
as you ride off on your bike
you don’t look back.
Go on speed off in a snit.
Go off and suck your crystal tit.
You can’t fire me ’cause I.
Ship’s so full of holes
it won’t be long before it sinks.
And your heart’s not made of stone.
It’s made of shit and man it stinks.
I’m long done choking
on your sugar coated disrespect.
I’d like to rip your fucking throat out
and plant a tree inside your neck.
A tree inside your neck.
Crank magic meltdown.
Could this be my last
crank magic meltdown?
Could this be my last round?
Magic meltdown... .
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