AKA "Zika Or Ebola" well I was cursed I was a boy with a hex on at an Exxon Mobile gas running a route before I'm too old too fast I'm at a stage now ready for a freakout and I need friends I can't complain I don't even know anyone who knows any better than I know myself oh oh oh mmm hmmm you'd be advised to get it checked out yeah you fade away it's better to burn out than fade away what's better to burn out than fade away hey hey hey hey I'm too good for loops and I'll break out I'm too good for loops and I'll break out they'll pray to god all this functional disease that they find theirselves running to a priest like a functioning tragic freak rolling off the frequency ventricle blocked vein blowing up going into a tailspin and mitochondria and plastic that you drink pairs the molecules dissolve a man... a... experience another state of matter outside of plasma be kind always rewind its a nineties thing well people done forgot what it meant to seed this peaceful existence and grease filled hair styles like boloney or carl buddig rubbed on cant feel it yet its all kinds of waterproof beading up rolling off like the roof of your sunscreen covered Toyota or your Volkswagen that you could fix before you had to run by computer chips everything's so smart everything's so bright why cant I have my TV for a light because you pay so much to power it it cost too many fucking dollars to run it I'll watch my fridge if I want to supposed to keep my food fresh but it burns up my intestines with these genetically modified nutritional lacking kind of food stuffs I'd stick to a plain buttered piece of toast if my taste buds could handle it but they are desensitized from the bleach lye'd hair lice Fleiss Heidi was getting prostitutes for the upper echelon I just used the word echelon in a song and I didn't even try to rhyme it with schlong it's just a nineties thing internationally modified genetic creatures like chupacabra meets yeti the chupayeti or how about the basilisk and the loch ness monster basiloch basilochness basiloch missed the love test lock you out of your mind you don't have enough bobby pins to pick that lock and get outside you'll just rot inside emulsified petrified wood huge wood huge wood Hugh grant has a comeback in Hollywood yeah it's called eight and a half months you're getting induced because Obamacare doesn't care if you need a little bit of attention and you're gonna have to learn how to feed that baby Pop Tarts and other general milled type food stuffs cereal made of gmo wheat and cultures with bacterial strains unidentified from twenty thousand years ago and fifty thousand leagues under the sea brought up through volcanic activity at the end of the world induced by solar flares an xclass wiped out the whole class you're in a class of your own you're high class and who even fucking knows what the line of scrimmage is anymore its a forward lateral life is a fumble jumbled mess who the fuck still uses iPod's its twenty almost twenty and Facebooks gone like the dust in the wind and Kansas is hitting all the states again its a tour with Def Leppard and Poison Bret Michaels is my idol and I wish Bret Michaels would adopt me so I could power ballad host a solo on everything I play and I would have my own virtuoso to hate to compare everything else to and I know that is asking a lot pass it off as a sculpture all these vultures bloodsucking leeches ah shit I just want to get adopted by Keith Morris so we can give our bad reviews to evil corporations like Phillip Morris taking lives with cigarettes that are made with chemicals not as bad as that synthetic marijuana synthetic marijuana boy you've got the look of a crazy guy who got high on synthetic marijuana you've got the eye of a crazy guy that got high on synthetic marijuana its the war on drugs its the war on your life its the war on the night the people that travel through it and they have a small contribution to make to the devolution of a people to a snake lying in the grass just waiting biblically inclined to demise followed like a playbook ripped the page out of satans playbook and now how the fuck are we supposed to know if you have zika or ebola zika or ebola I don't care and I don't care either way zika or ebola

the lord giveth and the lord taketh away the weak willed and feeble minded prey the only way to please is on your knees pseudospiritual copulation with a false idol all my god all your god all our gods no more gods oh my god I might go to hell

Solo until 8:40 then MUD: bass (right) audialite: lead guitar (left) and vocals, rudess guitar (right) awake but asleep I'm afraid I'm a freak I feel my bones get weak I feel my club get kicked a waste of sperm and egg got a ways to swim not a father hello how are you how's your mother how's your father it's been a long time since we discussed the merits of existence I don't care if we ever really wake up I don't care if we ever really make up

take 2 + 3 "anon" 2nd guitar on take 3 I wish I knew or had some clue what I got into of course I don't know any better yes I heard her soul the time had come to test me I'm not about to go too far if I fall would you even catch me if I fall would you erect a wall in memory

oh look at me I know so many chords