Ken Mode Secret Vasectomy Lyrics

I feel like something profound and meaningful should be espoused from this platform; words wise beyond their years - a message of some purpose or consequence. There is nothing. I pretend to dig deep, but the words are passionless, derivative…the sentiment is painfully
Hollow. Slumped over in a chair once hoped forgotten, facing enemies passed as quick fixes to greater, deeper set issues. Suitable diction proves elusive – as my mind dances like a mongoose ‘round a cobra - but I'll bury broken muses; my own hidden Burgess Shale. Pull up Another black hood, warming my cold weathered hands, curl up in lose fit flannel and self-preserve

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