PETRICHOR - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Flowars]

Stubborn, stagnant like a rotten corpse

Bone shattered in the fragment by a headless rocking horse

Red curtains close [?] the fiddler's riddled with remorse

Riddle [?] with the melody striking chords, ah

I'm ridin' out in [?] disguising heightened limits

Spit bars like [?] with white lies inside the clinic

Medic speakin' of [?] and death and risk and minutes worth

Of cashless [?] and quick with it cryptic critics

[?] with it, his rhymes are always cynic

Sometimes his spit's terrific

Listen

We're just a bunch of fishеs, swimmin' in the pond

Sometimes wе like to fight to death, sometimes we kinda bond

We don't like there's still a lot

Break it down like sediment [?], like Goldilocks

I'm [?] all my vices

Lost in paradises

Such a lovely night, don't fucking close my eyes

I'm never again [wise?]

Shruggin', I decide, maybe that's not right

One more apple, one more bite

Shruggin', I decide, maybe that's not right

One more apple, one more bite

Future consists in them pissin' upon my plans

I am plantin' Nightflox inside of this cart of cans

This scribbled Sharpie upon my forehead reads, "Dirty Dan"

'Cause sobriery is mockin' the flock with Afghan

Pitter patter on the glass from rainfall above

Fist through the plain, feel the pain, gushin' blood

Rushin' out, spewing quick like a sprinkler to the mud

Patch me up inside an ambulance and fill my fucking lungs

Smoke linger 'round this singer-sewing kid, I equip

Tryna stitch my life together, for this man has lost his grip

Finding life inside the bottom of this bag, I unzip

Mary Jane will love me more than you ever fucking did

Standing silent, rippin' petals off this [?]

I'm ain't worrying about myself, embedded in this sedima

I said about a hundred times, the rain will wash your skeleton

Away with all your worries, life is simply death to trail upon

So life is simply death to trail upon