Album Cover Bent

Bent

Saafir The Saucee Nomad

17

I've been down this corridor

Before you enter you have to bring

Back the creator of winter damn

Too late I'm spoiled I need the napalm

I got it I shot it in my left sector

Blew up the timing device on the reactor.

Time shifted I had to remold the floor

The foundation for creation mate's blend

The pleasure dome into another roam

A walk stalked nightly by the ogre

That's rarely sober. But there's no tracin

I see the place in the flow. I'm beyond dawn,

No I'm not in the lawn under pawns -

Don't rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.

I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -

Balls through eyesockets. I'm currently current

Currents of electricity; They can't get wit me

Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.

A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,

Never spin ho's on merry-go-rounds,

Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish,

Victims on a hit list me like Geronimo on a pratt -

Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor.

No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light

Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension

My sight twitches - I'm bent.

Second Scene: I'm the star in a step show

Around corners, the coroner's office;

Where my rep grows. I'm on some sort of drug

Like the President, it's evident that I'm noid,

A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.

I'm lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,

The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport

It's a sport for me to take another life on landing,

Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God.

It's my job to resign frauds,

The odd is against you got a degree in me,