Alaskan Flounder Basket

I remember business
 Before it gets too deep enough
 I remember when your walls you walk close
 In bitterness, constraint onward
 In bitterness, game on...
 Look what you've done
 You've gone to play the man again
 Look what you've got
 A mindless work load
 A tasteless dog
 Morning wood
 A stabing end and your alone...
 I love your.
 Nice surprise
 You'll get it one day for yourself
 Fuller.
 A nice surprise...
 We bow our heads
 Over and over and over again
 Off with her head
 When will it end?
 I'll be seeing your fucking faces soon
 Sooner then you know
 Night falls to the grace of what we know
 Praise all the pretty girls
 We'll bide alone
 Of what we know
 By and by
 To the grace of what we know
 Needles spin to the drop of flow.