01. 13,000 SHAZAMS (Season Openers, Part I)
The Madness It had come on suddenly, almost as if out of nowhere, and… As I lay bleeding A fleeting dream, Or a memory (Aren't we even?) I could be just… Repeating sequences from my memory, But ‘Seriously, simmer down' He says I put the soup on simmer for awhile— Can't remember where I fell from Very high up In love with the Ideal of Being in My own world With my Idol or icon? No, Role model, For something, But that's not possible, Cause that's not the job I want, Turns out ‘God love him' I called out ‘God love him' I called out ‘God, love my son' Cause God does love God goes love But— Something happened to All of us I wonder what I shouldn't have come To the washroom So earlier I could have just Curled up in a ball Unhurled a whole wold I was brought up to Know nothing of it If it comes up If it comes up —that's abuse you know The scare tactics of Weak men After nothing Now come back I woke up with music And I hold love If love comes But God don't love ugly —Cause ugly men Scare people When they can't find Love And Love Becomes ugly When you beat her up With Whatever that noise is; Boys will be boys And posers will be posers I've got a whole bunch of losers on Bikes at my window Who like feeling powerful But actually have no power at all Other than to cause hurt That's all they do Poor souls, Satan owns them, You know I pray for the man to just Go home, Be happy But you know , I've been called up before, Ravaged Weak men seek revenge And strong women eat cabbage On Passover So what do you know about love I know The more that I love The more love will come to me So I keep doing this over and over I know that I love him That's a four leaf clover I found him on a 40 day fast Or longer The one one the mountaintop The one Weak men drive Art show cars Just down one road at night I think I have a stalker Don't go too far Don't read too hard into it Your own story It just doesn't make sense To know this stuff Before it gets disclosed on Wikipedia pages Don't get too close to the windows these days When Satan's paging you And waking them up just to keep hating on you You must be confused girl I never would have dated you! And I hated you on Saturday night For breaking fourth wall And being out of character The other cast members were right They should have fired you But viewership from women Or girls, rather, other obsessives Of The [Redacted] fanclub Had you mad as fuck at the world And God Tripping over that rug Into my dungeon I should have wrote you off Like that coughs slut, But look what happens When you're a genius with a big butt And big love, pulling magic tricks And dick jokes out of a hat— I have a habit of getting off track And distracted Hate being black But has to have been To write this canon on [Redacted], The has been —guess you just want What you can't have And all I wanted Is everything Everyone else seems to already have A family. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.