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I'm a glutton where the food still shimmy and shake Not a fingerprint to pin him to a physical plane Probably show up as an isolated pocket of cold Got a way of making tilapia hop in the boat I was fending off a lizard on the dock of a lake At Siem Reap, smoking something I forgot how to say Maybe 20 paranoia, 80 plotted against Palm reader calling in his archaeologist friend It's been a long and bitter breakup with the science of sleep I'm through the lobby on my stomach with a knife in my teeth Brave winter, rain slicker over mutinous code Finally free of all you fuckers I should pull through a phone I could transform later when the gradient fade There's a paranormal energy awake and engaged There's a Kawasaki out behind a barn in Gore Money said if you can start it, it's yours Forecast warm, leftover chicken for the dogs I've been jumping over fences in 100 different forms Next week warm Message at the tone, I've been sketching on the roof or getting sketchy in the strobe Warm, six legs circling a drain I've been swatting him for 20, it's a 30, it's a pain Next week warm Rattle in the cough, I've been running ragged tryna shake an apparition off SongtexteIn the pitch dark searching for the source of the hex Got a loyal tanical in every corner of heck Hooded figure from the wreckage of an alien ship Nescafe washing down a snake on a stick Spotted floating down a river tryna curse in Khmer With no shirt, 7 days worth of dirt in his hair When the motor finally folded to the accident prone Had to flag another captain, phantasm in tow I've been ignoring any semblance of relatable Earth I got a homie from the region who could name every bird And tell you what it is to wake up with a tank in the yard Type of shit to make you question what your days even are There's a holy waterfall where you could rinse and repeat Find religion while the minnows eat the skin off your feet If you wake me on a January morning at four Don't get excited when I bark at the door Forecast warm, leftover chicken for the dogs I've been jumping over fences in 100 different forms Next week warm Message at the tone, I've been sketching on the roof or getting sketchy in the strobe Warm, six legs circling the drain I've been swatting him for 20, it's a 30, it's a pain Next week warm Rattle in the cough, I've been running ragged tryna shake an apparition off Y'all keep not being shit All I do is chomp at the bit Caltrop in his foot still hop to the bridge All rah-rah, pox on your kin Pass through the prism, maintain position Knock over everything, walk away whistling False name, I work at a fake business Daybreak 'til I break up in the trained pigeons And I came from the cave paint, chase pain killers Tale by an arcane shape in the scribble I stake out snakes that forsake the sigil Wait him out, show him how to wavelength cripple I'm afraid they don't wanna see a wound-up truant Get to walk down a street to the sound of doves cooing Dove's like I love what you doing Even when it's drugs at the ruin Money, I was plucked from the fire Jump back in the fire It's fucked, you're free to hire another pathfinder Skull and bones humming the tones that don't bode well Only if you may have built an altar at the hotel, oh Well Aus Songtexte Mania