Underground_Network
July 4th, 2009, 12:14 PM
Pessimistic and sadistic,
You are constantly casuistic,
And I know that you're resisting
When you say your life's nonfiction.
But if a book had just been written
And it talked about conniption,
You would be in the description,
Cause your rage is my addiction.
And I'm allergic to the friction caused
By you and your subscription
To malevolent depictions
Of me being afflicted and...
If a book had just been written
And it talked about conniption,
You would be in the description,
Cause your rage is my addiction.
Oh you claim I'm voyeuristic
'Cos I always claim I missed it,
But according to your physics,
What you've said is contradictin' (lyric in recording is 'ain't scientific,' I may adjust it later)
And (might be oh in the recording) no matter how prolific
The words I use, my diction,
You always claim its fiction,
Because I am ridiculous, afflicted, and submissive.
But if a book had just been written
And it talked about conniption
You would be in the description
Cause your rage is my addiction!
Oh you say I'm just a clipping
Of a larger piece unwritten,
Currently in misdirection,
I am fatally infected.
But how am I too cryptic
When you're always like a mystic,
Hiding altruistically
Because the pain's not yet inflicted.
But if a book had just been written
And it talked about conniption
You would be in the description
Cause your rage is my addiction!
Yeah your rage is my addiction,
And no matter how its written
I will always be depicted
As the hero and the villain.
You are constantly casuistic,
And I know that you're resisting
When you say your life's nonfiction.
But if a book had just been written
And it talked about conniption,
You would be in the description,
Cause your rage is my addiction.
And I'm allergic to the friction caused
By you and your subscription
To malevolent depictions
Of me being afflicted and...
If a book had just been written
And it talked about conniption,
You would be in the description,
Cause your rage is my addiction.
Oh you claim I'm voyeuristic
'Cos I always claim I missed it,
But according to your physics,
What you've said is contradictin' (lyric in recording is 'ain't scientific,' I may adjust it later)
And (might be oh in the recording) no matter how prolific
The words I use, my diction,
You always claim its fiction,
Because I am ridiculous, afflicted, and submissive.
But if a book had just been written
And it talked about conniption
You would be in the description
Cause your rage is my addiction!
Oh you say I'm just a clipping
Of a larger piece unwritten,
Currently in misdirection,
I am fatally infected.
But how am I too cryptic
When you're always like a mystic,
Hiding altruistically
Because the pain's not yet inflicted.
But if a book had just been written
And it talked about conniption
You would be in the description
Cause your rage is my addiction!
Yeah your rage is my addiction,
And no matter how its written
I will always be depicted
As the hero and the villain.