m33t m3 out w3st

Can you feel that vibe?
Everyone around me is not my side
I think I saw a neighbor just call the fives
No question
Now I'm stressing
Where can these bodies
Before the cops arrive
Right when I tossed a leg
I heard a car in the drive way
Then I ran to meet him outside
Shake hands and say hi
Then, excuse me officer Tim
"Yes?"
 Well, it's spring clean time
Everything it took
For me to think things twice
Before I cut ties
I Promise they had to go
They look better as patio furniture
Some are buried that it now carries
Flowers of junipers
I was told this universe
Is mine to splurge
So please observe
whose to assume
Through no puncture wounds
These bodies can't be located
Through collage pasted
News paper statements
Telling you where the bodies lay faceless
Feeling so bolted in
So gross when they call us friends
Why are people getting close again
No one's ever seen them since
You will never know the ugly truth
I was hurt so much
I portray it unto you
My slate is forever grey and omnium blue
Probably no truce
Cause honestly
This is a phycology
Portrait
Of a mad man last stand
Before corporate
Whores a portion
This is just a forfeit
Before it gets more sick
Gorgeous
gory gorging
Pouring omens
Forever my mind is open
But my heart is swollen
Darkest opens portal
O morals are a cordial corral
So ingest the lands
To meet me out west and stand
On a cherynoble throne of nobles
Phone is not mobile
I'm just a local gone postal
Business mogul
The madness takes in
Same as Patrick Bateman