exact syllable matches

He hasn't

I haven't
probably haven't

been born yet

And there've

been no deaths

You have

been nowhere

have never

been so scared

its not

before 10

and hair brushed

face every night
for my wife
tablet every night
to you right
up Chucky right

before bed

must have existed

the final moment
there is life

before death

and prostrate them

to confess Christ

before men

Service

before self

he killed her

before sex

and their camels

as the peoples
by other programmers
choice they have
error has fled
have so done
leaves you naked
like their fathers
nothing has gone
nothing is preferred
of Indians fled
propagandists during the
saw this just
see the people
Sumerians were crushed
than the ones
their parents existed
time one stands
whole world open
with folded hands
with that judgment

before them

he turns up

may have existed,
remaining four tanks
term really ever

before then

a repair shop

He was

below decks

Townley, High Life

below Stairs

fire the person

Well

below them

it's a

big old mess

get a

big old square

A

big, warm bed

Hong Kong anti-extradition

bill protests

Hit the

bricks, towheads

now I

bring your death

 

Bring your friends

in design,

build, or test

and hospitals

built for them

my old neighbor,

Chris Cornell

 

cyclone fence

if I

did know them

 

disco perm

thoughts, and thus

disown them

Time

distort ten

need a

drink, or twelve

 

evoked set

 

evoked sets

that I haven't

explored yet

We must

expose them

Assimilation of ent- before

f-

now I

fear for them

neither

that's neither

fish nor flesh

turkey, chicken,

fish or eggs

I like

fish or flesh

general principle

gives no help

Like the

gizmo says

gape of a

grin portend

upstairs grooming my

hero hair

die a glorious

heroes death

to retrace my

hero's steps

Left

they left

him for dead

will target

him for death

Let's ask

should've asked

him for help

and ask

Him for help

and offer

him your left

life of

his close friend

blast him on

marriage arrives at

his doorstep

a calf over

a point on
cold hand on
demon blood on
of God on
on top of
shooting out of
sweat starting from
the lines on

his forehead

each of

his four heads

should meet at

his hotel

him upon

his own bed

cat rang

his own bell

likelihood of

his own death

up from

his own depth

up from

his own depths

to further

to serve

his own ends

can butcher

his own flesh

be upon

cut off
moved outside
status of

his own head

us bears

his own Hell

stand on

his own legs

made by

his own men

fastened about

his own neck

foul

fouled
fouls

his own nest

off from

his own self

splendour of

His Own Self

to design

his own shells

drawn by

his own strength

man humbled

his own wealth

passage of

his soul Death

but I can't

If not,
in these institutions,
make demands, I
S does not
We just
Well, just

ignore them

but mankind has

places and then

ignored them

and integrity, superstition

them aside and

ignores them

of that

Ill show them

leaving gables

in both ends

Sat around

in hotel

more often

were written

in Old French

burn that flag

dingoes walked out
everyone cries out
from the administration
going to resign

in protest

That's what's

in those eggs

doing up

in those vents

and I am

search, in questions,
She suffers

in torment

have been involved

of a master
of Mysore rockets

in warfare

got spiders

in your bed

the salt

in your bread

a lump

in your breast

leaving her

in your care

a monster

you had

in your chest

I am

I'm
Put God
We are

in your debt

forever rooted

in your flesh

get

Hay, stuck
Tangled garlands
that stuff
the bow
the daylight
the ribbons

in your hair

a bullet

a stapler
a thought
and all
are all
civil tongue
coppers, not
create stuff
going on
got rocks
heart and
hiding martians
is all
it runs
It's all
kicking around
little voices
made up
mess around
not someone
plate back
rocks
say, all
something wrong
that sound
The glass
the lepers
this world
you have

in your head

THE KIND

IN YOUR HEAD

a knife

the one

in your leg

Jewel fragments

in your legs

even call

in your men

YOU HAVE

IN YOUR NECK

Not behind

in your rent

It was

last night,

in your tent

well, an

ingrown hair

you would but

invoke them

the ball

is blown dead

Scotland, how tall

is Imhotep

There

is no death

and there

There

is no end

dangerous, there

is no fence

stands there

is no friend

There

is no hell

Actually, there

is no Hell

and there

is no mess

Kimble, there

is no rest

at all

relationships there
way, there

is no self

exhibition There

is no threat

worlds, there

is no West

Where

is Odette

you want

is your bed

The Computer

the needle
Well, where

is your friend

where

is your head

heat-loss area

is your neck

And where

is your peg

My strength

That
Your goodness
Your heart

is your strength

So, what

is your threat

I fight

to ruin
we developed
wouldn't ruin

it for them

Let

it go, friend

and send

it post hence

He planned

you hide

it so well

fighting over

it won't end

That's

it, Cortex

all, GET OVER

IT, Noel

don't like

it, oh well

 

It's cold there

party because

it's for friends

equipment accumulated by

its forebears

conceive of

its own death

to satisfy

its own ends

misfortunes on

its own head

gnaw off

its own leg

fouled

fouls
that fouls

its own nest

flourish on

its own strength

 

It's slow death

 

It's stone dead

 

It's your strength

With 11

kids, four pets

research on

kids, no less

was I'd

kill for them

I didn't

kill those men

like I

killed your friend

I've

We have

killed your friends

senses of

kink or geck

live their

make up

lives for them

Ca' them

lives o' men

holding the

mic for them

Neutral

Milk Hotel

them all than

misknow them

I

miss your smell

will not

mix or blend

John Sessions and

Phil Cornwell

I

restored them

too oxygen

rich for them

Cuisine at The

Ritz Hotel

into the

script for them

ye have

shipped for, men

people either

sick or dead

has arrived,

spring or death

I

still don't care

think there's

still more left

I am

never-- I'm

still your friend

art of the

composing its first
listen to a

string quartet

 

String quartet

 

string quartets

 

syndrome X

do a

most essential

thing for them

that all

to have

things go well

how are

things your end

let others

think for them

Look at

this door bell

music and, well,

this hotel

I'll rectify

this no sweat

free me from

must they suffer

this torment

you started

this whole mess

cleaning up

this whole MESS

out of

this, old friend

the clods

which bore them

More at

widow, churl

young men

will go there

believe that

good, all

will go well

I

That

will show them

 

willow wren

 

willow wrens

The

Windblown Hare

jump through the

window, eh

Let's open the

window, then

really a

wish for death

Even philosophers

I

wish for them

baby was delivered

with forceps

a chicken

with no head

a guy

with no HEAD

you guys

with no help

a dog

square dogs
this one

with no legs

screaming fans

with no sweat

look horrible

with short hair

people connect

with so well

standing there

with your belt

you satisfied

with your care

and obsessed

with your death

and ride

and socialize
hang out
have fun
in touch

with your friends

run off

what's wrong
you obsessed

with your hair

and mess

Off
She messed
they mess
who fuck
You rewrite

with your head

it mess

off

with your heads

punch harder

with your left

something wrong

with your leg

paralyzed along

with your legs

gladness mingle

with your tears

is disobedient and

withholds sex

thousand-

year-old egg

thousand-

year-old eggs

were to my ten-

year-old self

with 1 extra syllable

just keep

adding more chairs

 

admin vortex

I'm not

afeared o' them

in memory of

Named after

Alfred Nobel

Starving women

asking for bread

look, they're

asking for death

and I'm

asking for hell

like God

Ron Swanson

asking for help

even start

asking for theirs

knees and

begging for help

 

Berlin Codex

but a

blessing for them

figure and

busted your leg

and he's

He's
I'm
like someone
was just

calling for help

 

chronic soreheads

Hood is

the robots

coming for them

I'm

crushing your head

 

dressing forceps

are you

dyeing your hair

Krabs and the

The

episode ends

only have one

episode left

hell without

exit or end

share,Had me

fighting for air

hard we're

it is
when you're
you stop

fighting for them

Go

Franklin, go Bear

left at your

fucking doorstep

It's not

fucking for them

the middle of

fucking nowhere

is about

fucking your friends

 

Gasping for air

flopping and

his knees,

gasping for breath

and round and

We're

getting nowhere

It's

getting old, Fez

Berlin

Gnostic Codex

on the

goblins for help

trouble of

halving your strength

 

Having your head

 

herbivore men

to provide

housing for them

 

Martins Soares

really are a

massive bonehead

has a

massive force there

can hear

will do

nothing for them

either of

offspring or wealth

harsh, agonized

panting for breath

but candor

permits no less

substitution of

plastic for flesh

 

Polished your shell

down, and

pounding your chest

typically in a

public protest

Hindus began

shouting for help

has done

to do

something for them

She

sounded so scared

was just

telling your friend

suffer more unbearable

trampling torment

 

Turkish corsair

 

Turkish corsairs

Either or a

Turkish loanword

Canadian Artillery

until war's end

crime along

to wait

until your death

extracurricular activities,

washing your hair

thing for

washing your head

 

Wetting your bed

he's secretly

Jade, you're
never quit
Was he

working for them

with 2 extra syllables

or elect,

accursed or blessed

 

armadillo egg

 

armadillo eggs

the language of

atomic warfare

 

Atomic warhead

 

Atomic warheads

You're

attacking your friends

and

becoming your friend

anterior

cingulate cortex

every infidel

converted or dead

pusillanimous and

covering your bets

You

decided for them

created or

embellished for them

 

Exotic Shorthair

 

Exotic Shorthairs

Can bankruptcy

impoverish your prayers

Better not

interfere, or else

for participating in anti-

monarchist protests

again my

pathetic old friend

No English

pioneers, no French

art of

pleasuring old men

either religion,

politics, or sex

he was

preparing for bed

process of

preparing for death

good job

protecting your friend

governing and

providing for them

named after

relatives or friends

their parents,

relatives, or friends

that they

repented for Lent

few particulars

respecting your friend

become rational

scientists for them

short-cuts or

settling for less

white men

struggling for bread

with 3 extra syllables

as an

alternative for share

 

asymmetric warfare

and it's

embarrassing for them

parents are

energetic for them

make things

interesting for them

ETCH INTO YOUR

MOTHERFUCKING FOREHEAD

I was

preselected for Sturt

with 4 extra syllables

it's pointless

apologising for them