36. Decay

I stand abound
Felling like a red faced clown
Abort
Abused
My life is so amused

By the fans of grace
That put smiles on ma face
I will never win this race
So I abondon with decay

I roll short
You shall abort
The covert
Alliance
That scabs on devience

By the fans of grace
That put smiles on ma face
I will never win this race
So I abondon with decay

We shall conject
And aqcuiesce
Though Abscond
And when we live
A vial within
Shall keep us safe from harm

By the fans of grace
That put smiles on ma face
I will never win this race
So I abondon with decay

The face of fate
Shall deviate
And keep me safe from harm.
And when I leave, I'll never breathe
For this is my lullaby.

By the moral decay
I shall away
And commit brief
Obscene.

I shall rock and roll
Give you the droll.
Twill be
Something you'll not have seen.

We shall conject
And aqcuiesce
Though Abscond
And when we live
A vial within
Shall keep us safe from harm

By the fans of grace
That put smiles on ma face
I will never win this race
So I abondon with decay