Blue in the Face

Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in a center fold of ugly tenements

Oh distribute sour inhalants regulate lobby developments

Today summon the rug rat oblivious to what's delicate

Tomorrow siphon imperfection out the fetus prior to selling it

There is a brain in the thicket tap circle cupping the port to accord it

Teeter thorn storm plunges more but conformers the pouring's half the entry

Plated pearly gates a chanted axis with high gentry hinging our binging on

Public picket fencing Squirming in terms in conditions of un-satisfact destiny magnet

Where the ebony should of cracked shit ratio tragic

Lose sight suit oh mavericks clash at futility pageants

I post froze in a blaze at a grand combustion

A leader's deception connection wiper with a barn responds his friend

With an eye socket full of needles and a will to die for nothing

And that's glory abide thy crass itinerary barely suitable for common slum cats

And the lemmings will follow you to the blood bath

All aboard that awful train through shames patch where I'd trade my window

Seat for one pane of replacement stain glass, see I bow to the the gods of opacity

I don't mind y'all looking in, it's just watching Sin City steam slips under my skin

And I'm about half way to nausea, half way to contentment

2 halves post made a dance evoked a whole lot of resentment

Build a pen around master dome patriarch close to four peters

Woke to rope cubicles combines with combines suitably ingenious

Let's soak my feet in lake infinity the time vibe strapped to dignity my

Symmetries vivid image still can't mimic the victory comfort is a drug and I'm numb as fuck

Yet some prefer the hum and others tend to suck the life out of the crux like

One, two, three, four, and I'm a tug dummy hug the hungry pull the lever push the button

Drink the garbage split the homage reap the harvest target everyone

Beckon eyes idols that have a malleable colony till the fire ant dropped the

Sweet leaf grief your dreams a needle in a needle stack claiming safety pin physics

Baby tin blizzards collide while ole iron sides trust the rivets

I'm sick of the picker the litter soaking the spot lit when I know they

Know they owe all thanks to the end all Aesop Rock shit watch this

Build me a home; build me a home of brick and wood and everything good

With a front porch where I can jar fire flies by night

And smoke stogs till the day meets twilight

Build me a home, build me a home with a green grass hill with running a water

In a backyard with a sandbox and a garden of foreign flowers

Build me a home with a basement and an attic

Where I can store remnants of the day I once slept in build me a home

No skull is sacred in the races

Locked in a pagan doctrine watching born again faces gamble up patience fail blatant

Ochre and sienna war paintings stain plague community harking as wrapped

It's overlooking out crops

Give you one life to laugh at catalog bliss on

The least common attachment ten seconds of glittering silence

Pilot is flight redefine stagnant

Most emotions host an entire lesson

Congressional less one stone merely for the exceptional spectacle now

Listen the pause heed tall falls the voidance of the suit dispersed

Await a straightened arrows a perfect circle has been fastened to the

Blimp side buy in my grin and clusters that's better than colony my own

Fathers son is the holy ghost suck that theology I king for a day of

Peasant for a pleasant life blood on the easel and my eagle eyelids

Spots runaway pirates look I despise squatters with a, ohh, cry me a

River a quarter how'd you afford that dog and sour dialogue

I put my hook in the pond I put my worm

In the hook I put my trust in the worm

That he'd bring me something to cook

I felt a tug on my line and I lugged a trash can

On my pole with a note from the worm attached that

Read, "Thanks for nothing asshole! " Simple parables of nature making

Character giddy and riddle me a similar situation mix city quick put

Your honor on the line doors to the monks blood thirsty barracuda

Serpents and report on powers of devil treatment church links I'm a

Fence sitter lips torn by both polars and their working

I can only model throttle at the dream catching matching a patchy holist with a

Sovereignty harbored and charged my hate breed in a minute he's picket

Spitting stitches to fix the britches in the gaps one night I broke in

Bridges give us traps and tried to walk to get stogs just like hop

Scotch between polar caps and I'm, blue in the face when every second is a waste of breath

Making that classic mockery of every step

Oh build me a home, build me a home please with a light in the window and

A red front door and a picket fence and a fire place and a sturdy frame

And we can sit I'll tell you my name build me home...