Momentary Lapse of Reason

[Chorus: Goretex]
Cruising autopilot, the virus
Asleep at the wheel
Momentary Lapse of Reason
Sneak up on you then peel
Street cleaner
So emotionless, allergic to fear
Often stage using symbols to interpret the real

[Verse 1: Goretex]
Priceless, the smirk on my face from purchasing slaves
Lifeless, so it's uncertain if she squirming or dazed
She's on the drug farm
Cooperation rubs off days
I don't follow religion
Church is just a club for the gays
A kid racket, burn the priest for being a faggot
Altar of sacrifice
Pack knives and scalpel his cabbage
Choke cannabis, sick voyeur
Slick with the camera fest
Sorority chicks
Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
Tapping the best tit stars and filthy amateurs
Sexual deviant with a penchant for killing actresses
They call me Fat Mattress
When another vanishes
Hanging off banisters
Human remains backed to canisters

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[Verse 2: Goretex]
Trying to break bread and get dough
My killer goons, it's on with the show
The villain like I'm Willem Dafoe
Hit the mall like it's Fast Times
We flash signs, blast nines
Dash pass me the Emmys sniffed it on half-time
Checkerboard Vans
Thugging like we Dog Town
She's swingin' from the hooks in her tits
I took her corpse down
The four-pound heavy
So eager to please
When I blackout on fat-ass sluts like Nikita Denise
The green air is dense
My days are filled with bile events
Bombin' MC's forever give me strength
The kid's immense, you should know by the belly
Canarsie to Flatbush
Back to the Carnegie Deli

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[Verse 3: Goretex]
You can't be trusted
Your whole squad be swallowing custard
Take X together
Then rocking stretchy pants and cufflinks
Alien tunes, bags of shrooms
David Blaine, levitate the room
Uncle Howie prism, Dark Side of the Spoon
Sick enough to get a chemo shot for rush
Quick enough to slip a chick dick after she conked on dust
Zombie haze
Likes bukkake and cups and bloodlust
Robbing the punks in drop tops and cock for lunch
Service animals
Fine young things
Tongue rings, drug kings
Tattooed her pussy with Gore and love wings
Fun things, Ronny sent me two slaves in a chest
I'm the combination of twelve steps and a serious mess

[Chorus: Goretex]