The Paris Buns - Lalochezia Lyrics

You find my obscenities amuse
Well I deliver them like prayers
Eyes up into the icy heavens
Voice trapped in thick air
Set up my sentence like a séance of sin
Try to keep my hands steady
Prepare a banquet of verbal oblivion
Get your chakras ready

Back out into the open road
Drive through the country like a wildfire
Free as a bird, free as a breath
Spitting syllables that would warrant death
I feel I'm risking self-immolation
A partner will provide
They'll put my lips to the gas tank
And light me up inside

There is no need to truly burn my skin
There is a need to quench a burning within
Strip myself bare and look towards the moon
Compose a gift, a minor moribund tune
Filled with the words all human ears should fear
Even those with lives of guilt and hate
This kind of talk is what pumps my engine
What turns the wheels, what slams the brake