Bathe In My Snot - (Closet Cultivation Demo Tape)

Stuck in sublime
Asleep but awake
Torn by the choice, which path will I take?
The road run by present, my key to the past
A min-pinch of solemn
How long will it last?
Long will it last...

Your voice not of laughter
My ear hears your cry
The chance for new life now so close in your eye
A sane blast of moonshine renders my thought
You fancy me silly
Now bathe in my snot!

Sing for the sinister
Not for the me-mister
Kinged by his cup and a plate of pattee
Long to withdraw from the grips of the by-be-gone
Held by his soul and a cheap fallacy!
Second to not been done
Found more to drink and then walked down the alley of loneliest day
Final your destined choice, not to be followed by...
Kiss all your sorrows and tear drops away!

Pillow Your Eyes - (Closet Cultivation Demo Tape)

Viewed the scene on a black and white T.V.
Chose your words "hey mom I want to be..."
So, study hard. Your work became your cell.
Don't you dare inhale, or you'll be damned to hell! No!
Yes, back and in your prime and things are in a swirl.
Solaced with your choice, out pops a baby girl!
Family now complete, and power's in your hands.
You've won the greatest prize, it's time to take a stand.
Sphincter freed last on your common throne.
You think the kill weeds chompin' at your noodles flow.
There's somethin about the herb, so fast, hypnotize.
A ripened head change that'll pillow your eyes.
Will you be the superman inflicting drastic change?
The power of your name has spanded out a boundless range.
Will you meet the needs of a fast paced, awkward, life-span I call "we"?
Our trust is now within you.
So by soul cries let it be.
Pillow your eyes!