What skeletons are in your closet?
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Story behind the song
I just write what the beat tells me to.
Lyrics
Skeletons gossip behind flesh partitions,
babble as they dangle on rusted hangers secrets hidden
expose forbiddens, barter antidotes for funny bones,
trading recipes of hope-less man a la mode;
Thrive on entangled woes, wrangle those sour notes
corral betrayal, man's lows are these parasites soaps;
plugged in and tuned with wires spooled from iris
through wind conduit in-som-ni-acs that never tire
Twiddle fables between thumbs and surf with grim desires
hoping that running film of sin perspires
and wets their appetite for drama dire, at cost of absolute nothing
--THOSE FUCKING LIARS--
but What about me?
hollow souls but a wry smile diseased
Crooked grins pinned with sticks for their illegal pirating
sickening sex life consumating w/ their owwnn kin
their offspring bennt awkwardly --quite more often than
their parents intend, devious sprites that entertain in delight
of pain but also enjoy inflicting it.. conflicting grip,
with these residents of stomach pits
the more crammed behind the oak the worse the cramp gets,
They begin..
knocking and knocking and knocking
while suffocating gasping and coughing, locked in
--their own wrongs, my wrongs, drowning in a water coffin ,
These soiled incidents I'm not allowing to contend with my conscious- ness or even sub-
I can only keep them down ,as their bony nails
scrape the skin, of this flesh tub
the acid burns, they produce suds that sear and plunge
shears, into the side of my throat and lungs
as I swallow again and again, It's the only deciding
dividend, of who will win or unload this guilt....
