Plainfield, Wisconsin

(album: Excerpts Of A Dream I Had - 2022)

Was he a good guy?
Oh yeah, he's a good guy
Then bury him

Skellies in my closet, couple bones in my dresser
My name is being spoken, I'm succumbing to the pressure
I scheduled my demise, when I suffer you feel pleasure
Laying in your bed, let's convert it to a stretcher
Dissolve into a spirit and I linger in the cellar
Lacking serotonin, it's too low for them to measure
Dusting off a Ouija board and jotting down the letters
The message is "You not alone"
Trust me, you was never

I'm in, Carcosa
The Black Pearl, bitch it's, Barbossa
I cast spells if you, come closer
Heemeyer with the, killdozer
Bayonettes, when we, red rover
Mia Wallace, nah she, Malkova
Them prop guns, you's a, toy soldier
Hill house, every, October
It's not over

Filling up a urn on the mantle
Take a bic to the wick, light a candle
Under bridges with the homeless and vandals
Really I be making plans just to cancel
There's a witch in the woods and I'm Hansel
The faint cry of a banshee, a damsel
With my life on the line, I'ma gamble
In the kitchen, hide the stash by the Campbell's

You eat guts?
Yeah
I like 'em

Helter skelter
Underground shelter
Several missing persons in the Mississippi Delta
Thought I was abandoned by the presence 'til I felt a
Cold gust of wind, here's that old rush again (ahh)

Live and direct
Dried off the flesh
"How they still alive?", they surviving at best
Bugs in my brain, flies in my chest
Throwing on whatever when I'm high getting dressed
Dial up the priest, eyes wide, I'm possessed
This the wild west
Sound like she obsessed
Riverside junkies bugging out cooking meth
Way out of control, in this house, I'm a pest
Metallic taste, 25I (25I)
My frontal lobe dipping bye-bye (bye-bye)
I flip the bird when I drive by (drive by)
Fuck the rules y'all abide by (abide by)

Stirring up the pot, now it's bubbling, aye
They used to say my attitude was troubling aye
Many men copycatting other men, wait
Ask a cougar hunter, "Where your mother been?", hey
Entering the States and I'm smuggling, aye
Say you keep the piece but that's puzzling, aye
You animal balloons and some juggling, aye
Graveyard shift, get to shovelling, aye

We're dealing with sick people here, do you understand?
Dangerously sick people!