Chonny Jash - Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, . | Will Wood Cover

Or; ’An Exercise In Letting Off Steam’ (before any of you lot get on my ass, I know 火弁護士 isn’t an actual word, just roll with it.) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS: I HOLD MYSELF IN CONTEMPT. Tearing the hair off a black baboon’s skull is some cunt with some four-thousand wiles. Vomiting trite from his theremin throat while the zealots imbibe all the bile. Push past any pith to preserve the persona that earned him the right to get bent. Tears pages from spines as he judges the cover and shamelessly spoils the end. The Egoist sits, insists “this is it“ making shit dins in a room stenched like piss. Hands on his snake, he wrings out its venom, intending to learn it to hiss. If you growl the words hard, they might think they heard art and ignore that the canvas is blank. The Emperor’s New Opera is a cover – shock horror! - and he still thinks that he should be thanked. So all that I see is it’s all about me, till the meaning of “He“ falls apart. Well, it seems he broke me, but I swear he will not break my heart. He will not break my heart! OH LORD! He’ll rationalize rhymes till the T’s and the I’s are re-crossed and re-dotted to a blur. Blacks out his eyes, hides the lines, flays his thighs till the they think that he is their her. Mangled and maliced, a foreheaded/four-headed phallus. This dickhead seems to forget that echidnas can’t sing. But when curled in a ring, no he can’t feel a thing, so he’ll stay still till the quills drill back into his being. So God, take the steering wheel! Drive me to Fate and we’ll finally sit down and have a chat. Show me your visage, or at least, just an image to prove that you ever had a plan. Idolatrous theation and fetishization mean he’s not the me that we see through the screen. This mirror is faulty, it’s beaming out light, yet endued with value only once it’s seen. And all that I see is it’s all about me, till the meaning of “Me“ falls apart. No, it seems I broke me, but I swear I will not break his heart. Whoa. Now all that I see is it’s all about me, till the meaning of “He“ falls apart. Well, it seems he broke me, but I swear he can go fucking die. He can go fucking die. (死ね) He can go fucking die. (死ね) He can go fucking die. (死ね) He can go fucking die. Why should he be any different?