All These Holes

Shooting for the Score all outta sights,
Picking up with them wrong sides and teach them get into fights,
Touches run down them viens of all disclosure,
Tyring keeping up to all down simple but kept hitting all the pleasures,
Corpsing all the feeling It kept me alive,
Smile and gigs all I had the Feelings did never revive,
Beauty kept on adding to them faces except all moles,
Tried putting up together all my pieces but neither fit'em all these holes,

Am I still brave or its just my head that keeps boasting,
Cause you got moves like a weeper but still you be toasting,
And I got all lyrics in my melody tonight,
Cause people playing downtown and I'm fighting all the blues just alright,
Hope unloading and sabotaging all the weak poles,
Them bodies be so empty cause no flesh I see all I see all them holes,

Hitting the spine with all nine outta ten,
Little Little exposure and all now and then,
All this messing the care and causing Aphasia,
Ain't no finding words to put and to shed no tear,
Fear me all you can or make judgements up all your whole,
Never taking critique of them brains and a Body full of holes,