[Verse]

Killings reflect the destiny of the village

So when 20 count regrets float down futility spillage

See I'll pass the broken arrow this time for certain

Yeah but from here on out it's hoofed mare or bare footed urchin

Dig in your person

Now exhibit true audacity and passively hack reason to ribbons

And you're excused from the round-table admissions committee

Activist legends turned hostage in fallen cities

Dirty earthlings circling vision immaculate

Spin me dizzy in a crosswalk

My too far gone mastodon senses inspect relentless

For fitted boogie systems with crook addictions

Well sure my crown is formed of thorns

Yeah but my thorns are formed of sound

And I have found sound's what keeps me warm

When mornings born with frozen ground

Throw the rope down, pull me from where the buzzards cleared

The meat from the bones of you and your little bad-ass mad max musketeers

When the silhouettes of emaciated frames dance on a high-wire

Mistook for aspiring third world poster children

But is inserted ghost with dealin'

Dare to administer links like chieftain whats your forte

Knuckle dragger in disguise seeking the match made in your eyes

Friend it don’t take the wisest men in triplicate pacing to find

I don’t condone the blasphemy hatchery’s procreation

From the floods, to the fires, to the droughts, to the cyclones

Tidal waves, the twisters, tornadoes, and hail stones

Whirlwinds, tropical storms, blizzards and monsoons

All of which I witnessed prior to waking up inside my room

Look at the crook as I panic episode tantrums

Fuck hugging my cool

The edginess readies the Mach 9 quick draw hence the duel

The company of similars couldn't excite the motor

But hermit crab Aes home a-loner

One barrel of idioms and charcoal stick, courage under desire

Canopy draped beautiful messiah reluctant

Stuck in the pluck in the harp buzzing the fuzzing television mixer

Book of saturated matches and a half-made bed (sleep on my other half made bed)

Pick of the litter, litter of the pick

Pack leader will huff cannibal fumes, mechanical zoom

There's ample room

Stowaways inside the cargo bed

Said leech prior to firing up his barnacle magnet

Instincts leashing himself to where the wind splitting ice storms

And termite swarms are commonplace

I'm a trace this silver lining winding round the profit chase

I know there is good in you if one peels back the opulence

But I also know its ratio to bad don't feed my confidence

The nutrients moody tints of blue circle

The clues units of success being personal

Then sucked basic diversion

Rusty anchor budging for nothing

Wedged between aesop rock and a scarred face of frustrated fuck yous Bound by concern

I can't believe I'm still concerned

I can't believe sly children turn in their sleep over one-liners

While I yield to hear your burns

Color me out of my skull draggin' a wagon of creature features

And all I ever wanted was to aggravate the sleepers

Look self-crafted heroics murder worthless

Crash test ideologies, catalog alien doctrines type disturbance

Got em out, killing machines turn belly up

Buckled, the troubles I've seen

Coax twenty four sevens of wide eyes from day dreamers

Clean or dirty serpents in turn wish preference for the latter

Justified the germs birth cauterize the gashes after

On my left, one finger for each borough I can touch

On my right, one finger for each time that I wake up midsummer night

Who's cloaked in a pristine mantle of hellfire

But A-capital glaciers out the east slide lateral

Born for one task indeed

To spoil the citizen kane emote self this ugly duckling seed

Look I too am tired of draggin' the baggage over the seesaw seats

When the reapers turns mortals to caspers

See the plain and stone conjurable can't mimic the null

Of a billion troops holding matchsticks to empty cannons

Stand in for many moons when the sun hit the mountainside splendidly

Bask in the last warmth that be known to man's tangents

In the wink of an innocent starchild's eyelid drop he vanished

Managed to carve initials in the granite wall that damned it all up

I hung with cats that do the don'ts

Cats that forage through the moats

Hoping they'll open with sovereignty and a canteen deemed with prodigies

I log the wake, the watch, the walk, the work

The well it's almost six o'clock

I've never seen so many tugboats miss the dock (watch)