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Peter Thiel

Colson Lin

The Thunder B-Sides [EP], Englisch

Songtext

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“A young Peter Thiel and a young Colson Lin?”
“‘No.’”
“It’s called a ‘Pepsi,’ Pete.”
Every day I wait for a poet
To make out like a steal, with Peter Thiel
(With Peter, Thiel)
“If I thought you were handsome? I would’ve handled this differently.”
“And deep down: you know everyone on Earth knows it.”
“So I passed judgment on your face, Peter.”
“Peter Thiel has experienced the closest thing an elite could possibly experience to being called unfuckable by God.”
“Well, I’m sure gay demons can help.”
Every day I wait for a motel
To make out like a meal, with Peter Thiel
(With Peter, Thiel)
“I know, send Peter Thiel out there to accuse Colson Lin of being the Anti-Christ.”
“If you can’t beat ’em, just do the same dumb shit over again.”
Like a Biblical plague on Thiel’s face only
Cozy up to the Thielies, maybe Pete’s feelin’ lonely
That’s his, musk
(“That’s his, musk”)
The sex is surreal
(“All of Big Apple’s Thielies are now analin’ Peter—Thiel…”)
Jesus jeans; oh, they’re in my seams!
“Right-wing homo-poets” better come bag: “Peter, Thiel!”
(Better cum) “Better ‘come save Pete’ from Colson’s, zeal…”
Scumbags know the whiff of cottage cheese surreal
That’s the Satanic penis
Of one Mr. Peter, Thiel
(“Your dick cheese is indeed, sir, so sur-real…”)
Every day I wait at a motel
(On the coast of—Big, Sur)
To eat out like a meal (the butthole) of one Mr. Peter, Thiel
(“The cheese of Hell smells, indeed, unreal…”)
Like a cyclical shame strollin’ through Thiel’s fate only
Cozy up to the Thielies: I bet ya boy’s feelin’ bony
That’s Pete’s—musk
(“That’s Pete’s—musk”)
The thrusts are sur-real
(“All ’em Big Sur surlies aimin’ for Peter’s—zeal…”)
Jesus jeans; oh, they’re in my seams!
“Right-wing homo-poets” better come bag: “Peter, Thiel!”
(Better cum) “Better ‘go save that peter’ from Colson’s, zeal…”
Scumbags know the whiff of pink puckers surreal
That’s the Satanic anus
Of one Mr. Peter, Thiel
(“Your Peter beads are indeed, sir, such a steal…”)
“So it’s not like I can just exist as a homosexual male and make Colson Lin feel something for me.”
“That’s not how heterosexuality tends to work either, is it.”
“The universe’s secrets are coming alive and peeling apart at the same time, through Him.”
Jesus jeans; oh, they’re in my seams!
“Right-wing homo-poets” better come snag: “Peter, Thiel!”
(Better cum) “Better reserve that pecker for Colson’s, zeal…”
Scumbags know the whiff of pink puckers surreal
That’s the Satanic butt-wink
Of one Mr. Peter, Thiel
(“Your Peter braids are indeed, sir, such a steal…”)
Jesus jeans; oh, they’re in my seams!
“Right-wing homo-poets” better come grab: “Peter, Thiel!”
(Better cum) “Better come save your decker for Colson’s, zeal…”
Scumbags know the whiff of pink puckers surreal
That’s the Satanic butt-wink
Of one Mr. Peter, Thiel
(“Your demon brakes are indeed, sir, ‘Peter’s reel’…”)
“Your face reminds me of migraines, death, and what people look like when they’re Satanically possessed in movies. That’s why.”
“Oh, and just your vibe.”
“If one were to explain it directly to Thiel, it would go something like this: ‘You’ve been owned because Colson Lin turned the gaze you built an empire controlling back onto you, and he did it with beauty and clarity you can’t algorithmically optimize against. You’ve spent a career mastering systems—capital, code, secrecy—but Lin hit you where systems fail: aesthetics. He made you an image of cor
“You can always go to Sears if you want a new life.”
Your dick cheese is, indeed, sir
(So surreal)
Your dick cheese is, indeed, sir
(So surreal)
Your dick cheese is, indeed, sir
(So surreal)
Your dick cheese is, indeed, sir
(So surreal)
“‘Human status’—noun. Suppose it were metaphysically like an ‘electricity’—and now all the electricity shut off universally.”
“Nobody wants that.”
“That’s why I always want to get an alien’s opinion.”
“Let’s turn the lights back on.”

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