NIKI FM.

fantasy's once happened, in the times that we all stopped singing doo doo doo.

how will we ever find our way back? when this is all we have..our drums..our vocals..we crash parties...and then we crash eachothers cars as if we're in transformers..lets go get tattoos and piercings and drink some beer and lay back and chill we all can crash rich kids parties to prove it to them!!

god loves ugly...once upon a time in minneapolis, yoi damn near had to steal the showi stepped on the stage, who is it?my names slug ive come to kill a couple minuteswhats up with the way, that everybody gathers around each otherso they can steal each others soundif its all about gettin down with the get downhow long i gotta wait for these fools to sit down?appears more clear in its simplest formnobody sees tears when youre sittin in a stormabandoning the norm, and handling the harvestmeasuring the worth by the depth of the hardshipsi welcome all the hatred you can aim at my namei held on to the sacred ways of how to play the gamewhen the soldiers started runnin short on rationsi began tappin the egg, to spark the hatchinmake it happenand take this captain to the gallowsi keep steerin us into an area thats shallowtalkin to my shadow, he advised me not to worryhe said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the furyso give me some light, a little love and some liquidim gonna creep through the nightand put a plug in the spicketand when the water growsand the dam starts to overflowill float atop the flood, holding on to my ugly