you might have to

readjust your reason to recognize the unit you got
three of us a-fiendin to step aside shoot the true spot
we erupt, beaming. her tepid eyes are glued, its too hot
see her cut for bleeding, anesthetize the fluid who shot

the scene and cut it
for the screen and ain't it somethin'
its mean and crazy bumpin'
for the lump sum of the somewhat shut in

but, then again, the letter bent
pent up in sweater skin
could net a win for Helter when
Skelt set her sights on bitter winds

to reignite the night of a thousand wet books of matches
stash the crooks set soundly at a height to see it right
like a tree of might, the spritely coward sets hooks and latches
catch the roots, but the mountain was rather light, if we're being honest

yet its better when her tender traits
set her feather-bender talons straight
then its jet or get her rendered space
netted all around your falcon face





We might have to

hold back these critics, and apply the pentagram to this spot
and just keep grinning, as they name us whatever it is that we're not
that better man, hope in carvan rolling in a gutter where the sinners are the veterans
Silence, you could hear pin drop, pick it up, use it to make the bubbles above their head pop

It ain't like us to be stopping
We're going calamity shopping
Pick up a six pack of six tracks
take it to the kids so their gobs stop flopping

I'm gonna be honest
It's all about context
it isn't a contest
until you've been undressed
a sexual nexus affects whatever distressed us is currently getting our best

Hold on, for the next one
They're never gonna get it till I'm undone
Like a broken record, y'all want some
I swear, every breath I take is a re-run

But, then again, I'd better lend
a hand to the friends that I'm spreading thin
May they have further patience until
all my playlists end when they're supposed to begin

Better fetter every word I say
get one letter in the mail a day
Bet the sender made a getaway
Bet I wasn't listening either way


You're so hollow I hear the echo in every word that you say
(Put the cap on me said dunce, stabbed me with a knife so blunt)

Write to me later cuz I wasn't listening anyway
(I wouldn't roll the dice with that front, I don't shake a hand when it's covered in blood)

Leave it to me, I can find a better use for my lungs
(she couldn't ever have my soul like that, they couldn't ever try to hold me back)

Yeah, I guess you could say that I lost it once.
(Yeah, this one time...