Chanbara

Valmara, Valmara, Valmara,
Fletches kiss me with the lisp
Of your shrapnel caress
Lost his arm, lost his lip, lost his diving board
For the belly flopped proposal of
Let's be friends

Tour de force, tour de force
Defacto
Ayachuco!

Prosthetic, Prosthetic, Prosthetic
Blemish necro is the velcro
Of your charred apendage
Cartarize solder gun, in the melting of seeds
Oh, dear God, what a tangled web we weave

All we are are failed attempts
Propelled by stilt-legged presidents
Incarcerate the mason fence
Like fletches

I'm not biting the lead
My pencil's broken again
We will you fill in the blanks
So I can cheat off your