(Verse 1)
As I look into the eye of the primordia that lays before me
Empty cept a septic tank, waitin for me
I wanna know was it worth it
As the silence slips its wrists around my collar
As the thankless winds whip and holler
I wanna know was it worth it
I first cleaved off the edges, called it a snowflake in the making as i folded
End over end it lays in the mold
Cold shoulder in skin and bones
Ice packs are my clavicle
Spirograph is a map of Mr. Havoc’s magical little fuck-a-bout
I never caught my breath in the runaround
It's all a tundra now
I’m above it now
Right?
Icarus’s splintered screams find no grasp in my throat
I'm arm’s reach from the sun as I rose in the ether
(Hook)
("Where is your son? Where did he go?" sampled)
(Verse 2)
I first found every fingerprint ever left upon my visage
Twisted the lines to lies and listened to the cries of the incriminated
I slipped out the back of every mind I found a dwelling in
Privy was no one to the hellion
Sell to the quickest buyer, buy the first plane ticket to nowhere
I learned to get cozy in an eroding stare
In a neurotic state for neutral
No capes for the funeral
No funeral for a hermit
Nothing out of the usual when he passes
Past my expiration back in ‘83
Made sure to make hatin me complacency
All in the lieu of finding the fighter between the lines
See what the fuck everyone else saw in my eyes
Started to float when i focused on the nothing
That made up my sediment
Left the impediment of sentiment
Found a million different reasons for every single step
Looked around and wrote reasons of the walls of the single crypt
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
First every teeter and twitch of my form riddled with figureless joy
Of a frivolous ploy as I called into the echoing chatterbox
A thousand revelations trebled against the rock and bark and brick
A fester and rot embarked on me in an instant
Who do I share this shit with
Ran through a quicklist
Shivered at the inexistence of someone to listen
Who the hell will listen
Who knows I even live in this
Fingerprints wiped and family distanced
Gotta Make a sprint
Survive an avalanche to even hit a glancing ear
Even though necromancy I don't see myself standing there
All of this cannon flare will be a can of worms
No ushering the future in
Stuck in the back of a canvas burnt
A million stanzas but now I can't evolve
Sit and listen as the sand dissolves to the bottom
Of the back of the very head I barely even dwell in now
Captured in the the lobal split
Someone let the fella out
As I look into the eye of the primordia that lays before me
Empty cept a septic tank, waitin for me
I wanna know was it worth it
As the silence slips its wrists around my collar
As the thankless winds whip and holler
I wanna know was it worth it
I first cleaved off the edges, called it a snowflake in the making as i folded
End over end it lays in the mold
Cold shoulder in skin and bones
Ice packs are my clavicle
Spirograph is a map of Mr. Havoc’s magical little fuck-a-bout
I never caught my breath in the runaround
It's all a tundra now
I’m above it now
Right?
Icarus’s splintered screams find no grasp in my throat
I'm arm’s reach from the sun as I rose in the ether
(Hook)
("Where is your son? Where did he go?" sampled)
(Verse 2)
I first found every fingerprint ever left upon my visage
Twisted the lines to lies and listened to the cries of the incriminated
I slipped out the back of every mind I found a dwelling in
Privy was no one to the hellion
Sell to the quickest buyer, buy the first plane ticket to nowhere
I learned to get cozy in an eroding stare
In a neurotic state for neutral
No capes for the funeral
No funeral for a hermit
Nothing out of the usual when he passes
Past my expiration back in ‘83
Made sure to make hatin me complacency
All in the lieu of finding the fighter between the lines
See what the fuck everyone else saw in my eyes
Started to float when i focused on the nothing
That made up my sediment
Left the impediment of sentiment
Found a million different reasons for every single step
Looked around and wrote reasons of the walls of the single crypt
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
First every teeter and twitch of my form riddled with figureless joy
Of a frivolous ploy as I called into the echoing chatterbox
A thousand revelations trebled against the rock and bark and brick
A fester and rot embarked on me in an instant
Who do I share this shit with
Ran through a quicklist
Shivered at the inexistence of someone to listen
Who the hell will listen
Who knows I even live in this
Fingerprints wiped and family distanced
Gotta Make a sprint
Survive an avalanche to even hit a glancing ear
Even though necromancy I don't see myself standing there
All of this cannon flare will be a can of worms
No ushering the future in
Stuck in the back of a canvas burnt
A million stanzas but now I can't evolve
Sit and listen as the sand dissolves to the bottom
Of the back of the very head I barely even dwell in now
Captured in the the lobal split
Someone let the fella out
( LCD Eyes )
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