Oh Yeah Molpies! at 12 o'clock - they're falling out of the skies. They want to shut my butterfly off and cut me down to size. Oh you can't see the end of my fingers now, nor am I drawn with toes. None of my hats will fit me anymore; my head expands. Do I have clothes? Oh, I can't believe my eyes, but still it's no surprise to see the things we're saying now. Oh, I can't believe my ears - my words be sounding queers Uncannyish somehow. Molpies! at 9 o'clock - it's Megan versus molpCat. If they want to claw me down to shreds, then they better try more than that. 'Cuz I still see the whites of the skies, tho a rare everdarkening grows. An exercise in monochromous dyes, but that's the way it goes. yeah oh yeah Kill off your predictions. Pray to a new frame. oh yeah Kill off your predictions. You make a new claim. oh yeah Oh, I can't believe my eyes, but still it's no surprise to see the things we're saying now. Oh, I can't believe my ears - my words be sounding queers Uncannyish somehow. Molpies at 6 o'clock - wanna kick away my crutch. If a picture paints a thousand words, five pixels don't amount to much. Molpies at 3 o'clock - still caution might be wise. If they want to sneak up on us, you know we'll show them a stick-thwap reprise. yeah! oh yeah Kill off your predictions. Pray to a new frame. oh yeah Kill off your predictions. You make a new claim. Oh, I can't believe my eyes, but still it's no surprise (Kill off your predictions. Pray to a new frame.) to see the things we're saying now. Oh, I can't believe my ears - my words be sounding queers (Kill off your predictions. You make a new claim.) Uncannyish somehow.
Posted on 2013-06-27 13:43 by ggh.