the candyman chronicled our rise to the top the super-hero plasmids and the 70 - karat rocks the trappings of pleasure in the plush of my ride the paranoia patrolling through my future insides the streets are digital prowling cats eat robot rats in HD photo reels the candyman eats candy in the gutters at night waiting for my remedies with yellow in his eyes and we just came from the booze and the pipe with jingling little lassies with us for the tide us super-hero plasmids with 70 - karat rides patrolling paraniodly through your future's insides we dancing to the rhythm of a haunting boom - boom you nodding to the decisions of a daunting boom - boom us moving to a message of a freer boom- boom they hoping for a dosage of that heavy boom -boom so that the candyman can no longer rise to the top so that the super-hero plasmids smoke 70 - karat rocks the trappings of the pleasures in the plush of my ride make me slave up to the masters in the time - shared sky the candyman eats candy in the gutters at night waiting for my remedies with yellow in his eyes chronicling our rise to the top crackling like lightening going sizzle and pop the streets are ethereal and we stumble home filtered through HD photo reels energized and lionized by synergy and synthetic lies we be trumped by bigotry superseded by sublime aggravated apathy they be capitalizing you and me then selling our joint ventures into ignorancy the candyman can't imagine our modern love how our every thought is one step above him here hangin' in the gutters at night his yellow eyes sweating out his inner delights we be finding him before our shoes and our whores we be howling out loud and bangin' on doors we dancing to the rhythm of a haunted boom - boom us moving to a message of a daunting boom - boom sick be hoping for a dosage of that heavy boom - boom you be noddin' for a taste of that freedom boom - boom candyman be strivin' for a rise to the top struttin' his stuff with the plasmids' 70 - karat rocks the super-hero pleasures of knowing inside the addiction of conflicting with the wrongs of your rights we be leading home jingling lassies tonight their odor is so hungry and their eyes are so bright his yellow iris will watch as i put him deep inside and let his words crest over them and flood them in tides relative top or bottom be to the freedom boom - boom we can dance to the wasted beat of tomorrow's boom - boom
Reason for writing:
AKAI
Birth sign: Scorpio
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