What a Surprise

Generations, after generations makes your grab the raft-ers, mask your facers,
With all of scrapers of scars looking like sky scrapers, in the air of arms, tears of blue in your sky blue eyes, and the scars on your arms arm-our us to shield, yield and heal, ‘what a surprise’

Look up the the skies - of your blue eyes
Plane janes arise and bobs, larries, the plane carries bombs, and luggage with explosive,
The weight of a massive passive aggressive through the clouds, once on cloud nine, at quarter past nine

I-tried, to see that you would see though these things, get out in one piece, land on your two feet, start to stand on your two feet,
With a parachute on your back, memories of being stabbed in the back
Free-flight, flightless, free-fall, life is jigsaw,  what a surprise  - saw you in pieces

Sakes of the keep-sakes,
Shakes each  even oddly steven of vita-at’min, wait a min.

Pieces amount of in total the 2000 in vocal, your sore throat spoke of help, and the flute looped fluke,
One man sliding down a black hole, looking for the light
Has the skies liquid in his eyes, what a surprise as the sky unfol-ds

Blown a fuse, he can’t refuse to spend his quids on gambling which makes him lose,
He ends up feeling loose and tied in a tangle
As the triangle tings, the static of thrash,
All your scars make us rash,
From the site of your slash

What a surprise  - your head is a mash- in a mask, and foundation all over your skin as a condition to base,
The army of disgraze, amazing grace - fucked off her face,
Amazing grace fucked out of faith,
Mate, wait, steer to the sunrise, in silence,
What a surprise