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sticks... (internal version - project: ao lyrics

[intro]
children? get back to your tour group
h*llo sir, i’m here to tell the root of your wrath
my children deserve to know.
are you certain? yes. all right then. here’s the facts

[verse 1]
the afterglow lasted a whole lot longer than you wanted it to
the flack came out to bask and breed. the hole it bored, i see it in you
alas, you know, a placid shoal is not the base you want to woo
bypass your tours with no*show shows. consistent, so they think it’s art
some adderall, be careful, though the afterglow walked out the door
you walked into a bar to groom a woman who’ll look after you
back in your room the thing was good but the pillow talk was so much longer
“the feeling god resides is strong but proof he doesn’t is even stronger”
quote. she said that to your face like she was onto something
roach. you hit it once methodically to wall off conflict
toast. you wrote about it too to show the life you’re living
worst of all you were too high to think against wedding this woman
you had two kids faster than a ripperdoc does his job
then one died of cancer two of chicken pox. love your sob
you leveraged that as a cause and somehow n0body could tell
so, kids, that’s why your daddy is in h*ll

[verse 2]
so what’s the consequence purpose of the river styx
think about the tidiness gone to waste in a blitz
pessimist ever since your parents weren’t best at matching wits
lifted yourself a little bit before resting, giving in.
willing, instead, to direct your kinks away from bliss and into styx.
simply it’s a sea of limbs, river of sins,
interesting. sightseeing, effectively on vicodin.
makes me ripe again, i’m beginning to think
all the sins, all the facts, all my wrath
recollection cracks me up, like pretending i’m a vegetable.
inject a bachelorette with oestrogen to break her in
so many men, their energy went up and down on top of their friends they going.
a fleeting glimpse of heavenly sin. root their wearies thin
what the f*ck? you can hear me think? let’s be reasonable. it was funny!
arrest him now! take him down! crush his f*cking bones! smash his
skull on rock! that’s an alarming call. imma cash in my luck
[interlude]

[refrain]
the braced t**th gnashed at the bone
the meat cooked into stone
the body climbs onto yours
sinking beneath a corpse

[outro]
this is your purpose, a messenger, an envelope. the people need to know why they can’t hear me, why i’ve been cut off from the world. do this for all that is good and all that is true. what they tell you in the sixth ring are all put in place by me to ensure their ecstasy, you are no heretic

- project ao lyrics

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