FRANKENBOK LYRICS

1. Greetings And Salutations

I visit I come in the form of friend.
I'm sure tomorrow will blacken.
In the past that I used to swim
procrastinate on all you can...
This is the hard part bar the confusion.
I genocide the parasites.
This is the hurt that acquaintance brings.
Not forgotten yet not preserved.
Hell is the hello prone to a goodbye.
This is not forgotten I bleed for feud again
I'm torn for nothing I need a cure for shit
another proto-type of things we should've
seen. The temptings of the opposite.

2. I'm OK With It

It's eaten who I am. It pauses plans. It took my
Hands beaten. Tool I am. The fools and ham,
but that's OK...

Well I've fought to succeed against the cold
shoulders of misfortune and it's elusive
schemes...

When I'd seen it all I thought I was fit to judge it
until I lost my wyn...

Those Days come like napalm and burnt out
those things that make some and break some to
amount to shit...

But I'm OK with it stapled to my head!
Play god the wrong. OK I think we know that
feeling deep down I'm not so scorned , just
Neuro fibro deformed...

The truth is I'd rather live like shit than conform
and stoop to novelty.

The less I care, the less I feel.

3. Linguistics

Like it happy to remain who I am...

Suck my dick you fuckin' bitch you'll eat my fuck
you rancid ho
Wake up won't you, enough of this
Who grants you now to laugh at this?

Like it happy to be, explain who I am...
Like it happy to be, the genital I am...

This is vacuous.

4. P. Cloned

In truth I clone for a compensation for it's a
means to adhere to foes...
But it's feeling great to date and I clone you
but Mines not mine to mime!

Bungle Jazz funk combinations always see
applause, but the plagiarisation is the flaw and
I'm compared to him...
Yes I did dub him and mines not mine to mime.
You gotta forge for all to see.
The P.Cloned fraud in me
the lack of originality
The P.Cloned fraud that's me
(a Mike Patton wanna be!)
I don't need complications of out being heard
before, I don't need no cunt to say I just wanna be Mike...

5. Pycost

We are completely opposites.
You're out for siege beyond your vision.
I lost the thing that hurts me most.
If not to be I mourn conflicted.
Rub it off with dismissal, your sympathy is
piffal. I'm shining from your downfall. We are completely opposites.
We count the breeds and what we're missing.
I liquidate me mighty missal.
I'm saving it from awful places.

We are all bored.

Clog the day...
Pride is plague...
We don't want to out grow ourselves as long as
we are occupied and provided for...

We aren't with feet the optimist...
Without our greed there is no mission.

6. Under The Kurgan's Kilt

How did we learn to love you?
Now that we've learnt the outcome it's your kind
that's taught me hate...
Nerp. Nerp. Nerp. Nerp.

Whore is not the name to give unto your traitor,
copulator you're damned with the things you
can't aggress from your heart.

Your forty highs to forty lows you thought on
best but guess again you've slipped to the point
of blunt and there is no return...

You've worn your heart on your sleeve, starched
now from the cruel outcomes. It's your kind that
has taught me hate...

For copulation or cunt distorts your ways and
co-eds your patience you can't undo what's
done...
A neppa nar per nar per neppa neppa neah...

7. Pulp

The Friendship that love destroyed was not the
intention or ploy. the aftermath the pulp you
are, beneath proud enigma you scar, you can't
afford another error, twice now already
agendered, you can't be lord this fake con-
tender for fake to the pulp you know you are...

Best to scar...and not to mention all the
mending! It's the worst to learn or even know
that you beat the example to pulp...

Not to mention all the mending!
Not intended for the ending...
Swift but fact an ear for lending...
I welcome the beatings and the bendings...
I'm bruised with what I've learnt and it's taken
me far...
To pulp you've beaten me...
The halt you seek in me...
I'm beat to pulp, unlord your pride.
There's no feeling like when they break it off.

8. Counterpart

Swept aside as your lesser, halves your feelings
presence plays no part accept your fodder and
your friend. it tears you up inside you to counterpart like
decor. I'm there beside you to catch your
dimpled ass if it should fall. I'm there besides
you...
Stereo typed and under hyped. I'm a thinkin'
that I'm done as your counterpart.
Insert worth.
Show them that you're not classed as an under
miner
You're lust compared to me...it's all so
typical

9. Dunce With Denial

Got to take the cause of the flaw and attempt to
remedy it. It's best you take this fall on your
own. I can not pretend to be lord to man or anti-
judicial...

Just hang your fate and abort...

Once in a little while while you'll feel dunce for
the little miles you stroll, and dunce for every-
thing that you can't mould...
(makes no or little difference to those...)

To feel is flaw?

Got to take the cause of the flaw and attempt to
remedy it. Yes I fear the grain and anti-
properacy. I have all along.

Bless me with the vision that I want to be...

Dunce with denial...

10. Fake As Fuck

I see the clear not distorted and you're as fake as
fuck as fuck there is a smear in your case and
it's as fake as fuck I could not ever assort you
from the fake and funk there's that smirk in
applause that makes it fake as fuck rehearsed
and fake as fuck...

There's that smirk in applause that makes it
fake as fuck I shepherded my pride that I'm not
as fake as fuck cannot find sincerity in the fake
and funk...

Panorama & personas and you're as fake as
fuck yet nothings you forge I have lost the count
of all the many you they're often acts and social
pains impressions that don't last a day so cake
on the fake and kill truth so cake on the fake
and charade well I find time to be shifty and
stray take on flavour fake as fuck and typical...







FRANKENBOK LYRICS