W.C.S. (First Draft)

My dynamo, dynamo, it's hard to keep the animo from driftin?away nowadays
The horror, the pain, let's get into details, the bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo
The first draft of a worst case scenario

Every thought is at some way of of keeping the flavor, like their going for the brain to chew on
Compatible allies and as dead as a dice, it's the thing between nowhere and the opposite side
It's the something hidden behind the eloquent surface, father of fuckups you did it on purpose

I decline to believe that it's personal, hey, I know that you do and I'll hold it against you
It's the bald man's dream to grow hair, baby, but a lame don't need legs, he needs a wheelchair

So if you're to busy in having too much to offer and you can not decide where to go
Do the low yo yo, take a swing at the dynamo on a day like this
It's hard to keep the animo from drifting away

One-liner: The Greeks had it carved in a tombstone, 'epigram?they said, last tribute to the dead
Well the horror, the pain and the alphabet from a to migraine, from nausea to z.
Are you listenin?you fool, you magnificent liar?

Feel free but don't feel too comfortable, it's already a quarter to three

Oh they say that time presses, but time doesn't press
It's just a figure for motion and emotional unrest
It's a matter of seeing and of being seen
As far as I'm concerned time is the state of my jeans

So if you wanna come down for some hangin?around
If you wanna come down for some hangin?around
If you wanna come down for some hangin?around
If you wanna come down for some hangin?around

Oh dynamo, dynamo, it's hard to keep the animo from driftin?away nowadays
The horror, the pain, let's get into details, the bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo
The first draft of a worst case scenario

It's the first draft of a worst case scenario, it's the first draft of a worst case scenario (6x)