Dark Thoughts

By ScottWaldo

Released on November 5, 2015

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I Do Not Wish To Be An Icon Or Mogul In A Sort

How Can I Inspire Dreams When Pandora Trapped Hope

I Have Dark Thoughts I Know It's Personal

But Maybe If I Cry For Help Ill Get A Ray Of Hope

Turn Around To Speed It Up

And Tell Me That "That Shit Was Dope"

Pull The Chair Back Cut The Tethers From The Fresh Rope

Sickness Is Sticky Like Cotton. Bitter Then Sweet Like It's Coffee

No Robotussin, No Lasagne, Riddled With Torches I'm Scoffing

Don't Pat My Back While I'm Coughing

I'll Pull That Switch & I'll Lunge In

You Ain't The First So Quit Talking

I Herd He's Coco For Coco Puffs

& Belittled By Skittles Skipped To The Bank With A Dollar

& Flipped A Gram To A Kilo. He Went From Crooked To Feeble

But Ain't No Friend To A Needle. Ebeniser The Steam Room

Is Getting Cloudy So Demote; I'll kill a label With KeyStrokes

My Qwerty Keyboard Hits Reload, This Clockwork orange The sequel

The Struggles Not Just The Ramen It's All The Work That Its Costing

His Self Respect When He's Honest Venerable To The Doctors

That Keep Me Sheltered from Fosters Padded Walls When I'm hostel

That Seven Thirty Onsomble Ronald McDonald No Costume

Remains The Master At Scrabble Mr Inquisive Babble

That Windows Ultimate Dragon You Couldn't Fathom Attacking

Nick Nacks Wrapped In lament Led pencil Gets Jagged Quick

Tales from the crypt So Kids Attentively Sit

Reminisce So pixels stay crisp, Have you heard of Dave the Rapist

Cats Are Squeamish Round Him & Don't Get 'em Started Just Quit

Oh What's The Harm In A Skit, They'll Never Find The Right Bridge

He's Phantom Blast In The Mist, But Always Leaves Finger Prints

Around The Necks Of Infants, Brittle Bits Till They Twitch

Found A Kitten After I Dipped, Broken Pelvis To Bits

At Checkers Chicken I Sit Man, What Does Jessica Think?

I'm Nasty Like Cigarets, Yet Talented With Some Depth

Loosy Right In My Left, I'm Flicking Ashes To Death

It's Probably Loss Of Some Rest That's Got These Words in A Hex

Got me Fucked Up At Best Let Me Walk And Talk Like The Rest

The Real Hits On The Disc , My Older Songs Failed to miss

Fuck The Thought Living Bliss, Ground Shoe To Cement

Butcher The Scripture While Vaunting & Over Killed Gets Exhausting

Curb Stopping Enthralling So All The Features Are Calling

They Wanted Platinum I'm Solid Don't Over Do It Less Stalling

We Making Moves Or You Crawling I'm Indirect When I'm Talking

Going Up The Street Right Up Walton They Hear My Voice So Take Caution

Subtle Spit Yet Appalling They Listen To Me Too Often

Been Over Stressed Since The Falling It's So Cliche But It's Honest

My Families Over I'm Brawling Over The Minimal Comments

It's Agitating Translating The Words I Vomit While Nauseous

Reinforcements Too Office We Non Conferment & Lawless