Psyche!

Psyche
We are born again
We've died and sprung to life so wet and fresh
Wriggling and drooling and gleefully soiling our tights
I bet you gave up on the children of Oasis
Do you know how fucking dumb you look?
My patience, thin, has torn in half

In my past life
I was gummy, dead inside and born to die
I'm the juuling kike
The only thing your blue eyes deal are lies
Half-gay (half-gay), splayed and boring
And I'm still ignoring you

But I'm proud to smile
It's my addiction and I've missed it so
I've missed this, yeah, oh, yeah
Christ ignites and he plunges down
And it feels so fine
To fuck with fire and burn forever, yeah, oh, yeah
God explodes and we go, go, go
When we're beasts, we feast
On the end of time and burn forever

We are the flying rats
That shattered glass for Bruce
And birthed the bat, someone has to euthanize
The yellow cat, that piece of trash
You'll be Steve and I'll be Bill
Laughing to the bank as you fade away and die
I will sing the requiem, yeah, oh, yeah
God explodes, go, go, go
When we're beasts, we feast
On the end of time and burn forever, yeah, oh, yeah

They never knew the irony was false
We meant it all
Now canceled is the fucking pilot (psyche)
We fucking love you (psyche)
We will revive your mom (psyche)
I am not my father
I could never bloom the way he sprung to life
L'chaim (l'chaim, l'chaim)

We fucked your wives (we fucked your wives)
They saved our lives (they saved our lives)
We stole your members
You did it first but we did it better
All these cocks to swing about so clumsily
Alive with queasy, bleary weary eyes
Blink and you'll miss the moral to all of this
The cum is spread, the days are done
The best is bright and yet to come undone
(The best is bright and yet to come)

My mind splits like a palm tree quake
Palms walked the wire once on our first date
Little lady cut away, left the umbilical
Lascivious thoughts gut-fuck the trivial
Snap case's gravity pulp skewed reality
Broke, broken singing to leave Cohen
Cringing with dope tears I'm slinging
I'm bringing Oliver's corpse to the crucifix
With Twin fucking Forks
Hoping lightning strikes twice
And sets fire to your fucking fort
We are two fucking forked tongues
Winding towards their last resort and
By Riot Fest '24, I'll be coughing up corks
If you supply the Malört
This is my chronic 2K so I'm gonna describe
In ironic terms that convey I'm a sick guy
How I got away with destroying
My lover's true life
Me and Conor will drink to our lawyer tonight
And never once mention how he also freed Cosby
He'd still take stacks to clean lies right off me
The iceberg fits, it'll sink Say Anything
Billy Zane shot himself
So will Darren King

(Darren King)
(Darren King)
(Darren King, google him, google him)