The Gentle

[Verse]
Freudian slips spoke for the both of us
[?] as a locus was
[?] open up
Self-entitlement chimes in like try the Bible thump
On the up and up
Second story of an omnibus (check check check)
Probably shuts by two [?]
I muster the [?]
[?] brings [?]
Nothing much to do but let the mood thaw
No direction like a [?] ’til the westward wind
The west world with Qui-Gon Jinn
Let me know if you can catch my drift
Procrastinate into a tight spot of a thought with molly
Amoxicillin out chillin’ in Maui
The sights rot
You’ll find God inside of an eye-drop
Made a [?] knotted in twine with bits of slime
How would I grind on toward the [?] like [?]
But rather a mic drop
Which couldn’t be convеyed across a [?] wav file on iPod
(*pause*)
My [?] is holy [?] guacamolе to [?]
Who didn’t mutter much in its reply
And [?] the plies
It’s soft reminded but the [?]’s a pie in the sky
All will die and it’s a thought of that that makes a cool cat wanna relax
Rely on what was tight and [?] muscle in the eye
And if [?] sin [?] it’s just a couple of swift hits
And [?] ruffle and lift fits
Sorry for the shit I hid and if that I’d have known, I doubt that I’d have phoned, our time alone was really all to tip the script
Sorry for the twisted hips and [?] like chicken lips
Wish I had a different pitch, it’s [?] for sisters of indifference, prick
But shit, that’s it
Gotta move along with [?], ringing through like picnic offer coward long
Ripping up the shower song at midday, learning to sit straight
Tell me if it hit great, but if it don’t, I don’t really know
Oh well, and so did it go