Noble Savages Are Brains Poem by Shireen Ramadan

1)
I went in lunacy, lingering through
The mob ov madness, in lustful dreams
My animal stench is grownig foul
Who might be right in taverns beer

hello hello hello, how low? -3
-(chorus)
Noble sufferings are my proverbs
I'm in them & they're cursing
Osbournes, walls & bloody sisters
The frailed slaves are meat in hook-rings

2)
Over my bed ov noble savage
I knew swines valued beyond surreal
Building temples in ribs abused
In cores ov madness coke-cage & cream

hello hello hello how low? -3
-(chorus)
Noble sufferings are my proverbs
I'm in them & they're cursing
Osbournes, walls & bloody sisters
The frailed slaves are meat in hook-rings

3)
Who rose the flames in my brain?
Who killed my emptiness ov frame?
Who slain me in sovereign murk?
My slaves are drawing nerve octane

hello hello hello how low? -3
-(chorus)
Noble sufferings are my proverbs
I'm in them & they're cursing
Osbournes, walls & bloody sisters
The frailed slaves are meat in hook-rings

4)
I went mad thoughtless decapitate
Eat me raw nakedness faith-waste
Godless, mortals are dying grace
On my bed ov mud-blood sour dreams

hello hello hello how low? -3
-(chorus)
Noble sufferings are my proverbs
I'm in them & they're cursing
Osbournes, walls & bloody sisters
The frailed slaves are meat in hook-rings


Watch up ruthless
Watch down growing
My animal stench
My mean sovereigns
ARE BRAIIIIIIIIIINSSSSS.....