Most Serene Republic - Bubble Reputation lyrics

rate me

I dreamt late last the night, I was schizophrenic.

Then waking I found that to be 80% true.

20% of the time spent was the grasp of anxiety.

Why does ending clash with mending?

Stiff from questions, answer less ones.

So much grey skin, not quite dust bin,

With the clench that I am in.

Damn you solicitude, quit your knock on my door with the

Brassy knob turn.

This ride makes one stay on with stiff jaw, from eating

When it's found on descent.

Rise with frankly too much, now I know how much consumed.

Oh wow, I'm horny today, the but truth, the endless.