The Robot With Human Hair Pt. 2 1/2

So far

I’ll lay low in pretense

And smack your body

Legs up, some hair pull

It's retro

Oops I call shotty

So skram and branded

The pylon

Its silver ion

Blowing glass

Insurgent mask

The thickest trap door covered in ice

So stay close

And stay

The sides to hide its end

No room for ghosts

The lock and legs are set

To bank in someone’s home

Salon will place a bet to cut a hairball loan

The lifeless shit of mess

Confusing ice cream cone

If you can’t read my text

Then get a mind read phone

It's okay

I have no legs

On this

Bra saling gen

You? Right, day?

Oh, jump on top

As I wander around

Get the best of this no down pre-lay

Oh, the bed flows

As it rocks back and forth

Our bodies start to sort it out

Package this in seedy tones

You mock a painless death

We’ll beat your dome

You’re softly blocking mess

So fly him home

With a racist comment

The leaky chrome, what’s up?

A toxic note confess, a soap caress

A simple notion comment for less

But I like my nest

I wanna call it my mess

'Cause the last time I cried

Well I got dressed

Oh, I swear

We came back for this?

We came back like this?

This won't end quick

Hold your breath

Make no mistakes

How many faces have to crack

Before they realize I'm not coming back?

How many faces have to crack

Before they realize I'm never going to find my place

I'm not coming back

I blamed the fact of my division

So long in temporary places

The long lost pitch of your invention

Lay hidden bond inside its place

When something less will come together

And solid walls will fall apart

So lately piece of mind is setting

When did the weather taste so tart?

Will running solve a contradiction

Of makeshift tomes and revelations

The pious price of buying diction

A speech I never should have made