track 6, gadzooks vol. 1

cause i watch the counter act, a pigeon picture for the laugh. another harder up, swings at the bull, rests on your lap. a big and bulbous tongue from out a little purple hole, it takes another tug, another fragment from above. we all believe we all, appear the family. just a guise they all go home to lock the door and eat, and cut each other live, before a tv screen. realities that bite, like the serpents from my dream. another shoulder off, the existencial drop.