Infinity Fill Goose Down
(专辑: Integrated Tech Solutions - 2023)
The
brand reads "Animal Farm" A
fugee on the
lam, running with a
lamb in my arms Trail of rabbits harboring the
farmer's brand of cigars And cattle after, after that it's like a
ramp to an arc Planned a
garlic salmon, already romancing the
fingerlings When reminded why the
ringer's off, it only ever "ring ring ring" Out of radio silence a
bad miracle Panic in the
paradigm, attacking the
familiar world Evacuate, bleeding heart, I
had to let the
horses out Who each step forward to bow free to ignore the
corral Freedom ain't a
circle per the
management's "normal amount" It's when the
chorus vow to normalize the
horse's mouth Black Philip free to b-a-a what he b-a-a's From a
growing blob of jail-broken oxen and hogs I
know some pigs'll splinter off I
seen 'em mixing with the
bosses Sipping gin, as if the
trough is less prestigious than the
office It isn't, receiving a
transmission from the
future Where your time around them humans ain't protect you from they butcher's Block A
bunch of us are meeting at the
moor behind the the
Orkin You coulda been a
presence at the
origin Should you feel unsettled or some melting into madness After entertaining more second chances than Velma's glasses From a
person place or otherwise increasingly disruptive trend You could always run the
red, or break the
glass or jump the
fence, yea It was always all of a
sudden All's well 'til it's all of his palm on the
button I
am always into something I
am always into something It was always all a
whodunnit All told, it was all of us up 'til it wasn't I
am always into something I
am always into something I
am always into something I
am always into something I
am always into something I
am always into something I
can introduce you to another realm Help you with the
move, but only you can go fuck yourself Cut to helter-skelter in glorious technicolor With bumper to bumper sending turtle shells at one another It's treasure hunters budding in some cannonball running of bulls Sweating in the
dead of summer, red X
on the
bread and butter Pardon while his pedal power shed the
inseparable umbra Reset the
pecking order, still ain't pick a
second number Detective on some "how you get so mega extra ultra?" I
said "never check the
weather and always dress for the
tundra" Merry "Dawn of the
Mummy", heard a
call in my slumber Woke to a
thousand years of sauce of the
month in a
bunker Yum, you could be the
lunker under pepper X
I
feel like professor why, why are all my friends depressed? Why's this party feel like when I
walked back into Selmer's Pets In precious tears like "why are all my tetra dead... yet again? Landspeed entirely contextual Glacial-pace grand prix, "space invader camera B!" Cam or not, copy room, camp ground or canteen Every time you stand down, I
pop out yelling "and... scene!" Make a
million paper cranes, blindfolded Both arms stuck in different crane games Underwater, over coals, whole of his spirit above him Call now, I
am always into something I
am always into something I
am always into something I
am always into something I
am always into something