Marble Cake
(专辑: Spirit World Field Guide - 2020)
Come on Born garbage day, warden of the
shawarma plate Fork a
naked eye, and trade survival tips with tardigrades Ephemera burning where the
morning look like haunted marble cake Parkas and pajama pants, I'm part of what don't march-in-place I'm partial to the
closest roving pack of gnashing gums Smoking out the
local protein, brokering the
rabbit punch I'm broken, fuck a
focus group, fuck your folk, and Toto too The
produce of a
pencil-neck who never met a
social cue Eye of the
archfiend, appetite for alpha dogs Step into the
party with a
killing jar and shadow box Like "Who invited acid wash?", I'm shopping for the
mantelpiece Overkill is catalogued and crammed into banana leaves Polaroids around him like a
visit from the
Vantablack Miniatures in Biggie shirts and minutes that he can't get back It isn't just gorillas in a
camera trap, it triggers The
history pack a
little aftermath in every image Look I
should paint a
eye on the
front door I
should tell time by the
sun more I
want a
flaming arrow shot into a
creeping raft I'm kidding I
just want the
cheapest shit you people have It's no thing No displayed blazonry, unmistakably mutinous The
mood is disillusionment, shit, even Cindy Lou Who quit I'm super stupid, future looking tuna fish and suture kit In route to mute the
TV and a
view without a
boot to lick Bruised at the
nucleus and drooling through the
bells of war Meet the
neighbors when your resume is "skeleton-with-oar" "Ummm, that's really cool your poodle made the
paper" Let's keep it at shoes in a
elevator He's a
hat and coat, floating with no discernible visage The
villains turn to their homies who mostly turn into crickets I'm part of a
larger ghosting, I
go to work with the
wizards Who already voted homecoming theme as a
burning village The
damn shame campaign pivot when you in the
field Thinning blood and newly surfacing disorder, spin the
wheel Feeders out to slow the
roll, reaper on the
protocol People you confide in will be spotted eating rodents whole I
should hang a
skull on the
side door I
should drink water from the
sky more I
want a
thousand lanterns drifting on a
summers wind I'm only joking, y'all can feed me to the
fucking pigs It's no thing Marshmallows over magma from the
mantle has been cancelled How snappy can you adequately scaffold? Happy canvassing the
neighborhoods I'll never take advantage of his patron As a
patient they are plays to be a
phantom of Nan under the
bandages, examine 'til he vanishes I
don't feel a
social pull to show the
wolves where grandma lives I
find deliverance from evil either in a
sedentary binge Or spring interning with the
cemetery winds No stacked sash or accolades from authority The
backstory gets all back-into-a-corner-y Abuses in the
feeding tube, that circle back to eat at you Bacteria that tip the
hat, adversity that gleam the
cube It's tit for tat with slippery aristocrats who pity cops And brilliant rats who find the
grit to slip out of the
Skinner box The
moat's supposed to keep the
rivals out The
calls are coming from inside the
house I
should nail boards to the
back door I
should feed squirrels from my hand more I
want to meet the
maker in a
proper suit and shoes I'm lying, let 'em find the
body with the
loot removed It's no thing