Sick Friend

Thou mayest indeed

Tune onto the forbidden channel

And see it like it is baby

You should be a champion

Never fall on me

Deceit, deceit, deceit

"Getting dusty in the cellar"

Yo

I was thinking about my sick friend

Stringing a ring around my whit's end

30 loops later his feet hung inches out the pig pen

Motley day goblins brought up pillage to pass the stillness

With bad javelin tip dipped inside barrel black magic brilliance

Who rose at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier?

To capture the fashion fragment choreographed in traffic dancing for nickels

Looked like sickle cells with the principles of high rotary

One hope distortion odyssey sputters itself to my how not example sample

Give me the bread crust while considering the littering

I don't pity the head rush or the whimpering, spill

Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst

Sprung arachnid, leashed by the carnal tyrant

I choked when the cage bird sings and stings

Springs me up delirium to stitch the clipped wings

I say instinctively break through while clinging the shrieking souls

Mourning the deaths of fallen ideologues and loss and quality control

Quality control, stand still string up the banner

From the beehive to the anthill; rag dummy

Incorporate the unison of Vikings ship; throw us best of perfection

Of the twice to burn with half the stone throwers, speak your assessment

My communicative, hinderings please the needs

Of a billion hungry victims gripped by the hell that's left to splinters

Shiving up the mass of natives and it's league marvels

One component's sure to shock a mass burial, breeze

Broken penny bank fragments float up at staggered seas

Dirty work plus applicants with chatter box disease

Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head balloons and rubies

Asked for many moons and I can't stand it any more

Is that how I feel when I sling?

And the regulars were so amazed

I'm the mightiest slinger of them all!

There is a time for war and a time for peace

And a time to run and a time to split

"Getting dusty in the cellar"

I don't run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy astrals

Where 99.9% swivel the broken axels

I built boats of a pack rat bats of bully club swung

Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it

Lopsided Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift

Patching holes with chewing gum and sticking sail to dirty bases

Observe me sitting with my eyes tied to the clock, 'Cause

I know that once that wind kicks up you and your motors left rope to the dock

And it's the, art of clarity married to slender extension

Of blue sky of a happy neighborhood

String on my ring has left me dancing like wooden dummies in a paper nature

Marry had a case of door nails, Francis little brittle dolls of paper

In assembly, I tremble with a crocodile smile

Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon entry

Now if I, were to, hold the speed

To levigate the game plan, would you wanna still impede

I mean I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest

And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact I've made a mess

But my loyalty supply hints And I'm thinking that damn town prior's about to fill this here bucket

It's that, grand precious that precious that part of you wants to touch

And part of you just wants to sit and be impressed with

Tainted agony induct in barnacle attachments

Mood swinging upon the barnstorm with perpendicular traffic

Spread, circle 4,000 circuits you burn to cater wings

Above alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the shadow

I'm tired of being wired into the thief ratio

It's gnawing a hole through my scheme so I leave (know what I mean?)

It is the molotov cocktail hour

Haven't I brought you blessings without number?

They have plenty of nothing and nothing is plenty for them

Yea

I've never had it so good

"Getting dusty in the cellar" [x3]