Verse One:The harvest appeared less plentiful than last seasonI
imagine sloppy seed handling avoke the stroke of tardy
plantingAnd the crops we'd have harnessed in mid NovemberIt
only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificedLives to
icicle jackets when the frostedI sunk to find the walk beneath
the mossesWhere the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run
their coursesBut alas the portraits of these frosted corpses
tortured in the grassOff of distorts or pour the one tall glass
and nauseousAnd I'm asking you, why's this spy supply
hiding in strangersWhen they know atop the food chains I could
spot biters for acresNow be gracious, these minstools turn a
bully's psycho civilBy dissolving the candy coated image
down to the pixelsYelp bringing the self-stop freedom brigade
investorsAnd the studies connecting one hit wonders with dust
collectorsPuts it down, and it's down beneath your sappy
sing alongsSo stick it further down, we'll let Dante decide
which ring I'm onNova, the elders took positions and advance
marchParts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now
I'm likePoint: I guess I could spare a splash for a couple
of headsCounterpoint: During my famine I never got broke your
breadWell equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a
bitThese 'tensils need soaking before I hand out tokenShut
the fuck up drama like Kabuki with a heart of dirtSkull fucked
cross bones hence my birth it hurtsChorus:Must not sleep must
warn othersTrust blocks creep where the dust storm hoversI milk
my habitat for almost everything I wantSometimes I take it all
and still can't feel this pitfall in my gutAnd I'm
like must not sleep must warn othersTrust blocks creep where the
dust storm hoversI'm trying to walk on top of sunshineBut
it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em
with this warningVerse Two:Wanting the glory of our advance fire
ants to water beetlesFree masons adjacent debasing on pins and
needlesPupil turned pedagogue benedicts into my dreamBeam in a
billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanineI pluck the
pedals off a classic blood rose one at a timeGripping the stem
and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifelineA metaphor
for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustionTo salute
the moon of our paradise lost and you're a
spectatorStringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling colon in my
earthworm soulBorough up through the dirt with bloody digit lick
my knuckles cleanNoting the corporate clusters holding hands
round the abode of the damAnd what's your poison? Starlight
and amaze her with a nicotine chaserSip it clean savor the taste
then sit and dream laterThe ollage pay their back upon they
hinges twenty milesAcross the glassy eye window of one less to
passes byNow I'm six foot four with a sick flow walk up
just to reclineWith no free time, the alarm storms at nineMy
daytime's on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sirSir do
you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck
youI breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic
amalgamsPainting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with
classic albumsSecurity's the javelin, catch it;
laborClocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever
sinceChorus:Must not sleep must warn othersTrust blocks creep
where the dust storm hoversI milk my habitat for almost
everything I wantSometimes I take it all and still can't
feel this pitfall in my gutAnd I'm like must not sleep must
warn othersTrust blocks creep where the dust storm hoversI'm
trying to walk on top of sunshineBut it's ridiculous at
times that's why I tore 'em with this warning
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