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galileans/the quest - joan of the stockyards lyrics

in another wickedly aging withered seamstress
glass eyes, never what it seems
let’s test some, lips, tongue, pulling them apart like history
man’s genocides are not [?] mystery professor embellishing the anatomy of jealousy
[?] tyranny serenading his majesty
trying to f*ck me in the ass with his gobbled turkey leg
? stop this nonsense
what is this about a hobbit and a wizard?
? harvest of gizzards
if i was a bird, i’d be a chicken
[?]
[?] but if you tug it you’ll get it bigger and thicker [?] bookends
[?]
[?] public rеlations
piecemeal vеal [?] sophistication
[?]
do they tell you that you don’t speak proper?
do their hands grab you and try and stop you?
do you think they feel you as a threat?
like balloons, are they gonna pop ya?
are you hungry while they eat lobsters?
me and you like heroes and they monsters?
sin begets providence
let ’em watch the world go poof
there’s scientific proof
you can pay your price and administer a truth
where religion and psychology’s aloof
and biology’s necessary divisions have you hanging from the roof
by the rafters
the laughter’s unbearable
but it’s uncontrollable, it can’t exit without a break from the pressure cooker
[?] waterpark
men take you in the heart of darkness
with the permission of an oligarch
men take you in the heart of darkness
with the permission of an oligarch
must think
i question freedom
question myself, to question yourself
[?] just listening to me question, questionable questions
must i embark on this quest and yes perhaps
just in case i relapse to an overly serious face
exotically displacing my l*st for answering questions
with this dusty question mark replacing what once was an x, was a mark, was a spot
if it’s musty, must be cause it’s hot
and trust in the map, for he travels a lot
must be where the trap that unravels heat unless the marks
[?]
having s*x in the dark, two of each on the ark
never p*ss where you reach from behind
insecure [?] of your mind in regards to impurity
leech from the vine, being lynched on a tree would be fine if the lynch could agree
by design on a form signed to perform formally in the order of court
just before a performance of hands [?]
a performance, devastation, and the birth of a nation
just drink in
any situation that they give you and tell you it’s god*given
and rub your shoulders and promise whichever one that you’re living could never be the result of a manufactured division
it’s karma, repercussions from when you made the decision to carry out a diversion of flying carrier pigeons
one was yesterday, the other was a collision
to corroborate the corrosion of confusion
a state in which there’s no tyranny, collusion
was treated as a metal that was treated by a blacksmith treating metaphysics as a prop that he could act with
which proved to be a treat to both the physicist and the cynical thespian
f*cking the meat that is his fist
where there’s skull f*cking, there’s a kiss
to be had on the nose and the cyst
[?] who knows me knows i insist
just keep on truckin towards bliss
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you must think i question freedom
question myself, to question yourself
the corpse just listening to me question, questionable questions
you must think i question freedom
question myself, to question yourself
the corpse just listening to me question, questionable questions

- joan of the stockyards lyrics

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