Teezer Hell - Intellectual

Teezer hell!

Rusted unreasoning

My legs weak from teezing

And the silhouette the shape of middle fingers

Too close to be atrocious

Too cold to grant a dying wish

Too washed up like a limb on teezer shores

And straight down the middle

Undefeated force of will

Using chemicals to dwell on teezer heartache

Where smoke stretched up from urban freeze

Condensing into weapons

Raining loud, they cut the cloud of toxic metal

Make sure your blackened eyes are sideswiped by the irritants

A seasonal disease in teezer hell

You fall out of the guidelines and you crawl out of parameters

You never want to leave this teezer hell

Make sure your blackened eyes are sideswiped by the irritants

A seasonal disease in teezer hell

You fall out of the guidelines and you crawl out of parameters

You never want to leave this teezer hell

Most of this uncertainty is brought here by deserters

Ringing bells recoiling ashes coat the skin, coat the skin

Fever failure from the wailing walls

That wake you into teezer hell

The air is still and weaponized to win, to win

Most of this conditioning is teezer hell not listening

The forces dropping distance off a bridge, off a bridge

Slice the branches off a dying tree

To burn yourself a history

Infested with the things you never did