Альбом ohGr

Every time I open my mouth I feel a little bit lower and a little bit slower,
At times I feel like time and space are a race and I'm feeling like I'm chopping a mountain,
Inside and I feel like this is why,

Why!
Why!
Why!
Why!
Whhh!

Every time i open my mouth i feel a little,
Every time i open my mouth i feel a little,
Every time i open my mouth i feel a little,
Every time i open my mouth i feel a little... shit!

Sounds like shit,
Sounds like shit,
Sounds like shit,
Sounds like shit,

Every time I'm looking for you I set a bear trap open every wire I go,
Design life's tweak in timed sequence getting operatic over cuz its already started,
Its life,
But I feel like my life,
Isn't mine,
Isn't mine,
Isn't mine,
Isn't mine,
Isn't maaa!
life...life...life...

Every time I open my mouth i feel a little... shhh,
Every time I open my mouth i feel a little... shhh,
Every time I open my mouth i feel a little... shhh,
Every time I open my mouth i feel a little... shhh,
Shhh

Shit,
Sounds like shit,
Sounds like shit,
Sounds like shit,

Same scene daydream like mind daze,
Same scene daydream like mind daze,
Daze,
Daze,
Daze,
Daze...

With both of these noble thighs wrapped firmly around my neck,
I do believe I've found my way to go soaring off the wall,
I took them to fall,
Tube around the back misshapen a world thats filled with giants feasting,

porno chicks- moving eyes and pressing tits against the screen
porno chicks- grabbing with their fingers and does things inside their jeans
porno chicks- posing for the cameras with their eyes all full of fire
porno chicks- getting to the bottom where skill might kill my desire

sex
flex
not
yet
so
wet
chug
shove
not
love

beyond the ??? yet so-called
we'll deepen the feud around the world
slide up the ??? ??? ???
I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cumming

nice the ??? eon nibble the truth that makes the world
inside the pain it looks around its not a game
it looks into mental restraints
it seems like its all a lie
i feel like I'm about to die
and now I'm looking deep inside
and now it may keep me alive-ha-ha-ha-ha-hahahah

eye candy eye
what will make the world a better place for you and I?
eye candy eye
what would make the world a better place for you and I?

freak speaks that meet (meek?) inside the door where things have never grown before
into the depths of your intestines and messes infected
inject some love into the wildest thing i know
and now its sweating out to grow
but everything that i will know
shedding your (pret???)

(?)

eye candy eye
what will make the world a better place for you and I?
eye candy eye
what will make the world a better place for you and I?

Christ is not the animal of truth that makes the world inside the pain
it looks around decide again
it looks into the color safe
it seems like it is all alive
i feel like I'm about to die
and now I'm looking deep inside
and now it may keep me alive-ha-ha-ha-ha-hahahah

eye candy eye
what will make the world a better place for you and I?

Eyecandy I...Mark Zawol is ohGr's next door neighbor.

See me bleed
Watch me bleed
Have me bleed
Have me bleed
See me bleed
Watch me bleed
See me
Bleed me
Watch me bleed
Watch me bleed
Watch me
Watch me Bleed
Counting on our nature ???
Hide beyond today,
Water up to vapor trails,
Nothing's left to say.
Hide amongst the titled world,
dripping of our right of way.
Hide, hide hide...
(repeated many more times)

You're killing me with bacon, America,
killing me with smog and taxes,
Like axes in my neck, like hogs to the slaughter,
what do I tell my daughters? Daddy's all heart
but he's pushing a cart way downtown
where the skin is brown and eyes are the size of the deficit?
You're killing me with bacon, America,
just like the indians with tobacco and flour and firewater,
heroin scabs and rehabs, sick in the blood,
face down in the mud, all hype and gripes, stars and stripes
ain't my flag today. I want to belong, I want to be proud
but your gay-bashing voices are so fucking loud.
My choices are shrinking like bacon in the pan,
the spatter of hot grease spitting like mad geese,
bombers in Baghdad, I am a college grad
but my life is a want-ad.
You're killing me with bacon, America, how shall I pray,
the old fashioned way? Down on my knees to the god of the weak?
Or dick-deep in my squeeze, wearing a red rubber nose, clown clothes?
Laughing as we cum and saying something stupid like...

One egg split two eggs, three makes it four legs,
Why is it opposite?
Anyone's sweater makes it feel better, wrapped up so tight in it
One day is two days, three makes it always
When is it going to fit?
Everyone's laughter caught by the natter
Weaving their web so glib

*distorted lyrics*

Four days fit five days, six ways to Sunday
What if the world is shit
One year splits two hairs, three inching war dicks
Where is the love in it?

Watch from the Rafters, he's running after
Noise from a chickens tit
Five days fit four days, six ways to Sunday
What if the world is shit?

*distorted lyrics*

mark these arctic bones
setting a better
get it back to own
nothing adds a bitter sum
but is underdone
fabrication, brings disorder
short, rare, indeed, this corner is
an all too well know place that has
now become a prison

can't i fix it
won't we miss it
can i fix it
now...
can't i fix it
banter mixed itch?
can't i fix it now

in amongst the trees
rotten to the core of expertise
visions spin the head again
see through walls secret games
nested covers furry tracks
viscous nature of attacks
i wish i would sophisticate
the bitter shrill
the stink of faith

i really wanna fix it
go away
my impression in another place
go away...
really wanna take it
take away
i really wanna pick up on the case and get back to the-

am, become, what is needed but undone, all together, so apart, of this ever puzzled accident x4

am, (???) take me back to someplace of what i thought i was it used to be i wish i was
tomorrow ill give up, tomorrow ill give up but today

open your eyes
everything's dangerous
something inside
devils and angels

i'm feeling like
i'm feeling light
i'm hunted like
a rabid dog with tumored sight

deepen your mind
speak in that language
leave it behind
devils and angels

this is the climb
so ever border us
you're feeling sublime
just like devils and angels

pitch black design
we're bad, dark, and ordered this
war sink in the mind
come devils and angels

"she's clenching her breasts to make 'em look bigger
but i don't care i'm happy just to be here
inside her confiding biding our time
with one eye on the future
and the other on that thing that she's doin
we've only just begun and me left-handed
you fresh off the farm smelling of buttercups and ancient lace
lets bop till we drop then drag ourselves to denny's for the midnight menu
we've only just begun this vegetarian pact
this life without cigarettes
maybe tonight we'll smoke the pavement for old times sake
maybe tomorrow i'll get a job"

you can be my god
psychoreality

i am the undecided one
are you the force that you deny?
melting under the boiling sun

you can be my god
psychoreality

are you the freak who's life was missed
watching the crispy bacon test
dig down in everyone's lie you are

you can be my god
psychoreality

Ohgr
Whitevan

Just around 5 o'clock
Cars are screaming around the block
The boy is scared and looking around
He's feeling a little bit anxious
I think he's searching for his mother

What did your find?
A/Uh, white van

Facing this prospect I set out for today's
Over-introspection I feast upon decay
Around me is misfortune my avenue all spade
Digging all the so called out diggers
Digging his own grave
Meet me Mr. Indecision watch his machine cave
end up on itself and watch one debit I win and mince our way
The seats are best from over there out behind the shade
My diggers in their dirty coats their attitudes of spades

Passing the inspection, No!
Now this is everyday
Special Forces special boots
The stock mark comes to pay
Fancy men so over-suited for the final days
Keep the prince in timely tints
Ring out the barren child at play
Christen me "Disaster"
At least that's what I say
Into which the thing determines which rate he decays
Keeping loads of sunshine I love the job I pay
Digging out this whole shitty world digging it today

White world
Whitevan
Fight the world
[Actually, my hypothesis is that all of these are minced together. It suits the barren child at play in the lyrics, anyway.]

Good afternoon,
What else did you find?
It's not color blind

Feel indication - my vindication
To know nothing exists
Opens all to “what and if”
Portions of my emptiness
Sitting by the open door
Looking up to take it out
Settle in to catch a show

Read/red situation - dead indication
Feels like a drug I ate
Ticking in this toxic state
Ready for an occupant
Suck it to sniff the paint
Sniffing up the weakest link
Rising from the righteous stink

See simulation - speak
To take a piece of me
Hold onto walls of life
Pull the chain, when burning bright
In a copter raise the rope
Firmly placed around my throat
Aging worm at sanding counters
Slipping through my finger burn

Each a seclusion - my own intrusion
Upon my waking state
Each of us must face their fate
Rolling we can grow some more
Broken body pray on more
Pulling through to face a fraud
Pushing back to push some more

spoken:
The witch is the mother of my dreams
Suicide flies against the backdoor screen
Sex with a witch pss psssaht
Bestiality among consenting adults
Think gods feel good when applied with cream?
Throw caution to the wind, let the games begin and all but Hubert complain
Can we talk while were getting hurt?
Suicide flies in a Barbarella cartoon
Brazier hung from a chandelier
There's time to get those involved ...?
Out of the slime and darkness it comes to inflict its life destroying poison on the careless, the unwary, the unprotected
No same person would deliberately expose themselves to its venom
No intelligent person would venture within striking distance of its fangs
Yet today young people are flirting with a poison every bit as deadly  :done speaking


My name is smokey
Your favorite chokey
Come on and check me out
Friendship is fun
When you're on the run
From everything I'm about
Some say it's silly
Some say familiar
Wanting to be let out
I've dealt with billions
Of your resilience
Come on and let me out
My favorite fear is there in the air
I feel a time bomb ticking closer to my house
And you're free to go if you care
Closer to the way I come before you in my heart.
And if I'm joking
Why host is smoking
Watch for the bird left out
Seldom the summer
What I have done
Will leave you an empty house
Some say I'm a Virus
Even the liars
Waiting to spread me out
I spent your millions
Taking the chill on
Come on and let me shout
My favorite fear is there in the air
I feel a time bomb ticking closer to my heart
And you're free to go if you care
Closer to the way I felt before you in my heart.
My favorite fear is there in the air
My favorite fear is there in the air
My favorite fear is there in the air
Closer to the way I come before you in my heart.

And in the spider's belly, bones of the butterfly

Flight breaks the outer limits fade
And inner lights on thin ice slowing undone
Beyond my eyes like deadly infants with limbs
The frequency's scream begins
I'd like to fall, but the infant's mind so blind, so dimmed, forever
And mine was gone, smelling bleak
This dies you ain't god until hush
Say it mother what if hey something's not quite right here, may
Feed the anger, feel what made the midnight sunshine go away

Pain pain go away see the game to see the day
And what was once a monster stays and sees that nothing lasts forever

Men have seen me, have to see,
Men have seen me, have to see me.

mark up flies the hill
left to burn immoral chill
winding clever never storing doubts
the kingdoms left to kill
found the pain fond of pain
got that feeling back again
out of sorts and sort of out of it
good bye closest one, the dearest

can I get a witness to the other side
accusers, you should all just die
I need to stick some things inside
to crucify my mind
can I get a witness to be on my side
abusers, if you change your mind
the need to hide the things inside to crucify their minds

what's left of it
left all feeling stripped of meat
ticking crack the glass is gold again
the scaly trust case trusting pain
go to hell what's the hell
is it fortune wrapped, do tell
is it wise to smell the other side of all there is to tell

can I get a witness to the other side
accusers, you should all just die
I need to stick some things inside
to crucify my mind
can I get a witness to be on my side
abusers, if you change your mind
the need to hide the things inside to crucify their minds

got me stooping on my floor
and I'm thinking stupid fall
chemical war of running things
has got to stop the rest of time
you gotta get a life
you gotta make your money and die
shake your maker
wait go away go on and make some time
now get me out

you make me and you make me and you make me out…..
make your money and die
make your money and die
make make your money and make and die, etc.

beast of the flies reach around my right leg
take off my wings
soaring off to Wal-Mart to claim the bomb
you can be quiet a name
pacify ???
called this mustache ride
in the back of my Chevy van on a water pillow
??? last
here in the back of my Chevy van
on a water bed filled with Chinese tea
restless spirit in my breast saving the best for you
pearls before swine
what's yours is mine
and the road is calling me
If not for your unquenchable kiss
I'd be storming the white house demanding to be heard
children crying
people dying on the street
and me sucking…