Composition In Void chords by Beans

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Verse 1
A 
Configuration,
sound not sensed
Dislocation, hard to hear and
set to flee
And navigation, east of the equation
Manner of no import
Levels never high enough to mention
It's insane, some
thoughts digestible for dancing
The drain plug superior, but last
But the station stands fast
An iron in a hungry furnace
Wants to break free at last
Flames of blue light,
grey, black and white make smoke
In the healing smell, the smell of heat
The world on water like
hummingbirds
Rotation, turned out the
door and animated
And the stars step through
the rear of the tip
Out through the orange of the din
Up the gruel simultaneously
Smooth rhythmic head nods
A hook bears and then stabs
With no expression of pain
Under a hat full of rain
The fragrance of appealing meaning
Has no meaning in the beauty
of a babble
When the baby's going goo
Cause all creatures make merry
Under the pain of death
All creatures make merry
Under the pain of death
Ain't no stoppin'
Rain beat rabbits from hippin' hoppin'
Not even fungus on your mistletoe
Can stop the mist stream flow
The telephone diatone syndrome
Me for you, heads up,
the place, the thing, enjoy
My role will spring defeat
to bad boy
Instinctively maternal frustration
flooding up with a jank
Don't top a river of rhythm as
good as any
Pitching their principles for pennies
Echo the song
No relief in every hole that holds a hint
Every crevice in the creep
that crept as if dead
Tomorrow's right now
At last a turn for thought
in every outlet that's deployed
Because existence has become
a composition in void
Existence has become a
composition in void,
limited in life, limited to death.
Existence has become a composition in void,
a composition in void,
a composition in void.
Airlock youth, lend me your air
All the salad melts in air
Lost in the sauce, a bit of seasoning
A servant of the idea
The ticker, the thinker, the plodder,
the plan is used
Learned the method, angle,
dangle, in proportion
To reduce and paint their side view
The basic fraction with a vision
That's a lover act,
a murder mission of submission
That patriates a character,
edifices temple
Distorted, stripped edge
from the tension
Like a flooding stream was spreading
Be an exaggerated priest,
a ribbon to ruin lease
Phantasm spasm with enthusiasm
is chainsaw
Manicure, so that you pass up
what you are no more
Lift it by dual fingers,
make snakes dance in the soil of industry
They separate your limbs,
they eat your guts and
ask for seconds
Make no rule about who
owns your dreams,
that's a discreation
Above my paper, rather than battle,
to save the falls, teeth with cattle
Twists, taking handshakes,
brothers making earthquakes
Cause that's what it takes
to put the heart back in place
An echo, saw, no relief
in every hole that holds a head
Every crevice in the creek
that crept as if dead
Tomorrow's right now,
and life's a thirst for thought
Every hour the deaths deployed
Because existence has become
a composition in void
Existence has become a
composition in void
Limited in life, limited to death
Existence has become a composition in void
A composition in void,
a composition in void
Existence has become a
composition in void
Limited in life, limited to death
Existence has become a composition in void
A composition in void,
a composition in void
Since the dawn is as old as the blight
Nocturnal emissions ooze artistry
from jerked -off people
With any sign of happiness
snatched from their grasp
If the hole gets tighter, we are doomed