Warming Up the Brain Farm

Lyrics
[Intro] Dear God, the patient's best intentions have sadly faltered Despite his newly installed, varnished brain And being force-fed gallons of viscous, demented liquor He is determined to obtain the new drone spiders' trophy He dreams of becoming a scorpion who never sweats Quite frankly, I'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate my headspace He talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second As the clock spits, clicks, and time speeds by In the form of a neon snake Massive delusions? Very probably I fear for my safety He is as weak as his fellow man I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks Clowns, fools, sycophants, and the desperate I insist we barter with the moon to sell the patients cohesive lyrical maps In exchange for a vision of the future Stricken with grief, I have no choice but to turn to lethal toxins Hardcore punk paste Allstars takin' over [Bridge] Stick 'em up, motherfucker! We're going to throw it down Be prepared, not scared, for a throwdown Be prepared, not scared, for a throwdown Be prepared, not scared, for a throwdown Be prepared, not scared, for a throwdown [Outro] Nothing seems that weird anymore
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- Lo Fidelity Allstars