Verse One:
The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked the stroke of tardy planting
And the crops we'd have harnessed mid November
Had only brushed the blossom bracket, then soon sacrificed
Lives to icicle jackets when the frost hit
I sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses
Where the planted tunnel passed after the rains had run their courses
But alas, the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the grass
Offered distort support of one tall glass of nauseous
And I'm asking you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers
When they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstrels turned a bully cycle civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
Yelp, bringing the self-styled freedom brigade investors
In their studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
Puts it down, and it's down beneath your sappy sing alongs
So stick it further down, we'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on
Nova, the elders took positions and advanced march
Parts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm like
Point: I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads
Counterpoint: During my famine I never got broke your bread
Well equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
These 'tensils need soaking before I hand out token
"Shut the fuck up" drama like Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth, it hurts
Chorus:
Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning
Verse Two:
Wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to water beetles
Free masons adjacent to pacing on pins and needles
Pupil turned pedagogue, benediction to my dream
In a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
I pluck the petals off a classic blood rose one at a time
Gripping the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifelines
A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon above paradise lost and you're a spectator
Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling coal into my earthworm soul
Burrow up through the dirt with bloody digit, lick my knuckles clean
Noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the damned
Now what's your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean, savor the taste, then sit and dream later
The eyelids pivot back upon their hinges twenty miles
Across the glassy eyed window of wonders to pass him by
Now I'm six foot four with a sixth-floor walk-up just to recline
With no free time, the alarm storms at nine
My daytime's on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sir
Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck you
I breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, catch it; labor
Clocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever since
Chorus:
Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And I'm like must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning
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