Timber Dress.
Rip off the dress and use it for the fire in the bottle
and get free.
Monkeys always chasing after me
for they can never truly even see anything and anyone
as they truly be and anyone and anyone.
Always chasing after me.
I see they look and they say hello
but I never say back anything will they are hollering
I just throw flames and fires to get them away from me
I do not want them even loving me.
Rip off the dress to set the fire free.
But that all you need a nigger to be.
A monkey. A monkey. A monkey
just to fuck.
A monkey. A monkey, a monkey just to fuck.
Someone could be so nice
and you can never think twice
if they are just be nice or just wanting so pink flesh
advice? You are not nice.
When no one is really interested in you like that for
hell and all.
A monkey is all people are.
For your convenient life and pain of nothing at all.
Can never accept that you will never be god
and that you never made this world nor people at all.
And you can play these games.
For all to be said you must be the heroine in the monkey swarm
cause everyone wants you so damn bad just to say normal greetings like
a normal human don't be mad.
Don't be mad.
And while you play these games.
The timber dress of your heritage just becomes a joke.
Could even be human even thinking these thoughts?
Could you ever have the heart to be anything but superficial.
And your actions with anyone else will just be artificial for what you think
is appropriate of you to make the least effort to be accept people who look like
you.
You can play these games but the dream inside of you will never be real and you can just have
said to have damned yourselves to later for years and years as you live your life, slowly roll
into your grave without having ever lived at all as person
and not some foreign god.
As a person and not some foreign god
keep on fighting but its odd a god should fight.
Keep tearing off your Timber dress even when day is night
when monkeys are in your sight.
But simple your sight ain't right.
They are just people of another color just being friendly.
and get free.
Monkeys always chasing after me
for they can never truly even see anything and anyone
as they truly be and anyone and anyone.
Always chasing after me.
I see they look and they say hello
but I never say back anything will they are hollering
I just throw flames and fires to get them away from me
I do not want them even loving me.
Rip off the dress to set the fire free.
But that all you need a nigger to be.
A monkey. A monkey. A monkey
just to fuck.
A monkey. A monkey, a monkey just to fuck.
Someone could be so nice
and you can never think twice
if they are just be nice or just wanting so pink flesh
advice? You are not nice.
When no one is really interested in you like that for
hell and all.
A monkey is all people are.
For your convenient life and pain of nothing at all.
Can never accept that you will never be god
and that you never made this world nor people at all.
And you can play these games.
For all to be said you must be the heroine in the monkey swarm
cause everyone wants you so damn bad just to say normal greetings like
a normal human don't be mad.
Don't be mad.
And while you play these games.
The timber dress of your heritage just becomes a joke.
Could even be human even thinking these thoughts?
Could you ever have the heart to be anything but superficial.
And your actions with anyone else will just be artificial for what you think
is appropriate of you to make the least effort to be accept people who look like
you.
You can play these games but the dream inside of you will never be real and you can just have
said to have damned yourselves to later for years and years as you live your life, slowly roll
into your grave without having ever lived at all as person
and not some foreign god.
As a person and not some foreign god
keep on fighting but its odd a god should fight.
Keep tearing off your Timber dress even when day is night
when monkeys are in your sight.
But simple your sight ain't right.
They are just people of another color just being friendly.
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