[Verse 1]
Washing rosy berries using a lake near the screws and corks
Holding out my heart out and drinking soup with gray tuning forks
I'm a small boy who can walk in circles every single day and night
Docile dobermanns listening to breakcore, jet black tight
Set a date stepper, haven't met in months, she's in the pool
Bustling blindman shouting lingos, bingos use him as a tool
Remain outside the cubicle till a sinking slope comes to pick me up
Can't replace melted chocolate with acid rain in a coffeecup
Help yourself to nothing, cupid's arrows taste like shrеdded cardboard
Dig deep fingernails, red alеrt commenced with warnings ignored
Gacha saxophonist has a rockin hour in the bleachers
Surrounded by null figures but i don't feel for strange creatures
Great warden holding candles and placing barrels on my nose
You're a sight to see, it seems, gleaming and greening pose
Nails in my knees, darkened ducks and speeding darts inbound
Urameshiya, urameshiya, faith girl had to be put down
Plunder cornet statue, transmission through phone-to-phone
Lopsided kitty atop the cabinets with toblerone
Hindering magician burns a blackout, t-t-t-turns off the lights
Smackin and spittin across mounds of smitten mites
Redone the motions for twelve times, showa 58
Fake chuckles from the typical guys, sending hate
Compression found suppression, please don't please don't make me wait
Dreaming of ignition while i'm standing at the wooden gate
Grip my eyes, share your pennies, sundown hears the piece soil
Maybe they can override that gurgling tide of piston oil
A fish of efficient, shift on my shipment, sudden kneel
Laughing lovable despair falling off a single wheel
Noted and written so i can start slicing off my arms
Comical warfare, whore fair, see who that harms
Pour out one for the blue-juiced brain-fried metal moron
Dividends give me delusions, guitar with the gore on
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
A pharmacy's are what's-a-keepin life a hangin
By duct tapes and neck napes
And phones all rangin
Winds are blowing, trucks are towing, mowers are mowing
A noisily scene
Down by a river that is flowing
By duct tapes and neck napes
And phones all rangin
Winds are blowing, trucks are towing, mowers are mowing
A noisily scene
Down by a river that is flowing