When Worlds Collide

No vitality cool out coroner
Cool out coroner...Cool out cool out cool out today
With your white chalk sketching sketching
Bullet proof glass mandolin speakers
Hopping with downgraded joy
Distortions can rot, like it or not, squeaky clean with his
chamber pot La la la la la la la la la la
My gangs don’t die my gangs multiply
Ghost riders in the mother fucking sky
Call up the ropes, forget the e-mail
Tortoise and the hare, lightning riding snail
No discovery cool out coroner...Cool out cool out cool out today
Flesh on slabs, box trot canvas
Normal virgins pimpin’total abandon
La la la la la la la la la la

I’m not the one to think deep or street speak
Think fab focus over drinks and cheat sheets
Under the cover of madness glad bags can handle body parts
But I’m just killin’ microphones and murderin’ art
Gloomin’ doomin’ I’m just wonderin’ where wonders bloomin’
Back into focus and the future wasn’t just assumin’
Tick to the tack toe the telemetries in go mode yo’
what’s up death
never mind because…
My gangs don’t die my gangs multiply
Ghost riders in the mother fucking sky
Call up the ropes, forget the e-mail
Tortoise and the hare, lightning riding snail
No discovery cool out coroner...Cool out cool out cool out today
Flesh on slabs, box trot canvas
Normal virgins pimpin’total abandon
La la la la la la la la la la
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