Psyche song by Say Anything from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rock, Alternative Rock, Pop-Punk music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
Psyche Meaning
| [[Intro: Tyler, the Creator] Hey you can- you can come on the bus Psyche! [Verse 1: Max Bemis] We are born again, we’ve died and sprung to life, so wet and fresh Wriggling and drooling and gleefully soiling our tights I bet you gave up on the children of Oasis. Do you know How fucking dumb you look? My patience, thin, has torn in half In my past life, I was gummy, dead inside, and born to die I’m the Juuling kyke, the only thing your blue eyes deal are lies Half-gay, splayed and boring And I’m still ignoring you But I’m proud to smile It’s my addiction and I’ve missed it so I’ve missed this: [Chorus: Max Bemis] “Yeah! Oh, Yeah!” Christ ignites and he plunges down And it feels so finе To fuck with fire and burn forever “Yеah! Oh, Yeah!” God explodes and we go, go, go And we’re beasts, we feast On the end of time and burn forever , [Verse 2: Max Bemis] We are the flying rats that shattered glass for Bruce and birthed the bat Someone has to euthanize that yellow cat, that piece of trash You’ll be Steve and I’ll be Bill, laughing to the bank as you Fade away and die, I will sing the requiem: [Chorus: Max Bemis] “Yeah! Oh, Yeah!” God explodes and we go, go, go And we’re beasts, we feast On the end of time and burn forever “Yeah! Oh, Yeah!” They never knew the irony was false We meant it all? Now canceled’s the fucking pilot [Post-Chorus: Max Bemis] (Psyche!) We fucking love you (Psyche!) We will revive your mom (Psyche!) I am not my father I could never bloom the way he sprung to life L’chaim [Bridge: Max Bemis, Fred Mascherino] We fucked your wives (We fucked your wives) They saved our lives (They saved our lives) Chop! Chop! Chop! We stole your members, you did it first but we did it better All these cocks to swing about so clumsily (hey, hey, hey, hey) Alive with queasy, bleary weary eyes Blink and you’ll miss the moral to all of this The cum is spread, the days are done The best is bright and yet to come undone (The best is bright and yet to come) , [Outro: Max Bemis] My mind splits like a palm tree quake Palms walked the wire once on our first date Little lady cut away and left the umbilical Lascivious thoughts gut-fuck the trivial Snapcase’s gravity. Pulp’s skewed reality Broken, broken singing to leave Cohens cringin’ With dope tears I’m slinging I’m bringing Oliver’s corpse to the crucifix with twin fucking forks Hoping lightning strikes twice and sets fire to your fucking fort We are Two fucking forked Tongues winding towards their last resort By Riot Fest ’24, I’II be coughing up corks if you supply the Malörk This is my Chronic 2K so I’m gonna describe In ironic terms that convey I’m a sick guy How I got away with destroying my lover’s true life Me and Conor will drink to our lawyer tonight And never once mention how he also freed Cosby He’d still take stacks to clean lies right off me If the iceberg fits, it’ll sink Say Anything But Billy Zane shot himself, so will Darren King Darren King Darren King Darren King Google him (-im)] |
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