City Shit Talk

Who are you?
Who am I?
Dunno
And no one’s gotta

You like that?
That anecdote in uniquely mine
The experience doesn’t have to end there
I got more then tongue
Or maybe I don’t
Depends what you’re into

Is that who you are?
Rad
Who am I?
I told you before; who fuckin’ knows?

So what’s the scene like here
Oh is that so?
Sounds right up my alley
Well anything would be while I live here
Do you like it?
Well neither did I, duuuuhh!

You’re looking nice
You’re looking down right bombshell like
You know I have a reputation back home
That I can’t get into here
Wouldn’t mind it leaking to here
Do you mind giving me a hand with that?

Sebastian Noël

Better And Better

The arches bend, the teacups break
Just who the hell are you?
As mist pours from below her hip huggers
Directing the audience to it’s source
So damn sure, so damn keen
The mark of a bloody wolf like you’ve never seen
I rub the back of my neck nostalgically
The wounds still sting a little from our time
Cherry picking the Adonis herd sulking at the back
The kind bred to be her perfect surrogate
To see the sequel in full force is a strange thing
I was once an equal, now I’m just small time
Do you stalk the lands for another challenger?
Or are you content squishing underlings with your heel?
Either way it’s clear the spectacle will take place
In another dimension to mine

Lnc0