False impatient
Days incontent
Modern day fate
Modern day's reach
Modern day's release
I sit and bake
A cinnamon toast of old age
Content in visions scandelous
My rage in fetid cave
Pile heads and weapon nations
And paint with fate
A kind of rage
Fate to tame a mind ya goon
The hottest day
A tethered head
You tattered priest up on the cage
Upon the scent
Upon the face of gods
It was a patient man
Tell of age
The television fades upon the covered sand
And heads were grey
And fallen idols
I had it made contained
A din of trails
A fit of rot
In a cave let it rot
Whip and age in a tomb
For the right hidden moon
In the night the prize is far away
And everything
Your circus sage
Your petted dog
Your petted snake
And your bitter fog
It's entertainment
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False impatient
Days incontent
Modern day fate
Modern day's reach
Modern day's release
I sit and bake
A cinnamon toast of old age
Content in visions scandelous
My rage in fetid cave
Pile heads and weapon nations
And paint with fate
A kind of rage
Fate to tame a mind ya goon
The hottest day
A tethered head
You tattered priest up on the cage
Upon the scent
Upon the face of gods
It was a patient man
Tell of age
The television fades upon the covered sand
And heads were grey
And fallen idols
I had it made contained
A din of trails
A fit of rot
In a cave let it rot
Whip and age in a tomb
For the right hidden moon
In the night the prize is far away
And everything
Your circus sage
Your petted dog
Your petted snake
And your bitter fog
It's entertainment
Days incontent
Modern day fate
Modern day's reach
Modern day's release
I sit and bake
A cinnamon toast of old age
Content in visions scandelous
My rage in fetid cave
Pile heads and weapon nations
And paint with fate
A kind of rage
Fate to tame a mind ya goon
The hottest day
A tethered head
You tattered priest up on the cage
Upon the scent
Upon the face of gods
It was a patient man
Tell of age
The television fades upon the covered sand
And heads were grey
And fallen idols
I had it made contained
A din of trails
A fit of rot
In a cave let it rot
Whip and age in a tomb
For the right hidden moon
In the night the prize is far away
And everything
Your circus sage
Your petted dog
Your petted snake
And your bitter fog
It's entertainment
Writer: michael mcgee
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