Marshall Maximazer

Will Stetson

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    Kaw kaw, begin the tests, critical the theories all
    Leave me delirious inside my head
    Guess there’s nothing more to be said
    I’ve got you read, a sober puppeteer playing the fool to the end
    Kaw kaw, a pain through and through
    I’ll start anew, and tear away this scribbled size for you
    Sorry, but I cannot approve
    I kill the mood of scenes I see no matter what that I do

    Night is the noose of ego
    Now the azure is all I see though
    Moratorium management models life
    The wrappings keep it so

    If you sleep after eating you’ll become a beast
    Are you savage if you fade out back to sleep

    Fail
    Maximizer, maximizer
    Though I break where it matters, still I'm in a hearse now
    God almighty, am I running late?
    Will I die here bound together, the handle turning, mate?
    Sunken coaster, sunken coasting miss
    How I wish I could fix it, the isotope’s corrupting
    Down to hell you’re falling in a haze
    But a dazzling unbalance disturbs you faraway

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    Kaw kaw, return to life, a dinging sound dissipates
    To tell the testing will begin in time
    Guess there’s nothing more we can do
    I say to you, oh personing mimicking—a tired fool
    If you want to trust the simple slipping words you hear
    —Remains unclear
    If you’re really sorry, my dear
    —You can’t expect a solution to simply snap and just appear

    Heartbreak hampers the ego
    Now the azure is all I feel though
    Moratorium management models life
    A guillotine in rows

    If you sleep after eating you’ll become a beast
    Are you savage if you fade out back to sleep

    Man, you got me, Maximizer
    Burning dreams and salvation, simmer into murder
    God almighty, live another day
    But resentment so rightly surges down into the gate
    Fail
    Maximizer, maximizer
    Though I break where it matters, still I'm in a hearse now
    God almighty, am I running late?
    Will I die here bound together, the handle turning, mate?
    Sunken coaster, sunken coasting miss
    How I wish I could fix it, the isotope’s corrupting
    Down to hell you’re falling in a haze
    But a dazzling unbalance disturbs you faraway

    Maximizer, maximizer
    Hey!!
    Maximizer, maximizer

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