Tape-Lift Cabaret

The Below Statement Is True

Tape-lift this dance and bring it to the lab,
transfuse my emotions thourgh black heart body bags
bloodsucking deadbeats that beat the deads feet,
I hate the cyclical systems of the cemetary

The Above Statement Is False

We are the ones who will cover your bones
From open mouth Chasms, to mouthfuls of moans
We, the fleeting feelings, cast this stone
from around a heart, to the beating throths that groan

The Below Statement Is True

Captain Morgan, take these tasks, and fix him
before his lungshaped sex-organ takes over, Rigamortem
The froathing focus becomes the sky's scar
pumping out children, like the sleaze gives out cars

The Above Statement Is False

This was a gratuity ploy, sent to assimilate the capillaries
We the cigarette smoked fiends, cease fire against the pink-toned migraines
and In an instant the cloudy haze of this mental gangbang
Gets sewn up and stichted, to be examined another time

(i dont have Word right now, so my spelling may be a little off, deal with it cunts)