The rude man with no figure

Will rock chains and blow liquor

Will drive deep the malt vigor

Bacard-emons gone quicker

I barely feel my own body

It's a warm numb slown honesty

When a train rise from the wannabe

But a tower fall so suddenly-

Best left in the past

Last rift in the mast

Hull permanent blast

Full hermit contest

The rude man with no figure

Will pop veins and flow bitter

Will ask for it all go getter

When i'm at a stall soul shitter

Old bellend, bull phallus

Dull talentless fuck

While malice filled chalice

Your impeded strut

Then snakes flood the palace redeeming the hut

And your days that steaming exceeding a rut

"no fuck bitch

Up and i'm out of my home

Get that bitch call

Rope and i flip that hump

Can i get it

The energy

When i can it

It meant to be

Can i get it no better

When all the bitches all fucked"

The rude man with no figure

Will drop dead no form linger

Contracted the sworn singer

Infection from one finger-

Steep that slope, grip rope

Slide hope from the anguish

Live on through the favorite avant

Come through, compose

Constraint, who knows

Through the scare of the fever

Deep flip, no fold

Wide range of life through the voices

Every name in time feel their choices

No escape the ride of the noises

Inflate the night sailing traces-

All of these people are talking to me

But i swear there's no face an the static is free

An advise we admise the admire of thee

There's no hailing a savior of low sanity

The empire of fire i'm failing the sea and the higher

My wire the lower to me as i'm drowning

My wire spew-lectricity

From the havoc in frame or the excrementing

"this some shit young bitch

Get fucked up

'feel your voice an then you snuck up

Take the power then you drain it

Kill the man of many planets'"