Dryspell

On a sunny afternoon in lower east side New York... You about ready? (Yeah) Good morning my sweet vision of morbid disorder And good evening wonderful riddance and such Maybe today I'll touch the burgundy halo Trimming the tunnels end off end with tenants spangled 'cross A more tangible premise This splendors, shimmy splinters all up in day-tripper visuals Take it easy man, fuck it I'll take it any way I can My palms are chinrests When I witness fury scurry past my window Model city in a bottle plugged hostile Its bliss kissin pollution And a billion suckers pucker in a bind Maybe the sunken ship is the treasure No, but they insist it man, I'm I'm trying to spin me dizzy, sponging up to giving dungeons functions As opposed to art historians absorbed inside assumptions Everybody drop your knuckles when the style divorces vertical Marveling at the spite with which it curdled Outside my tenement: coax a little warmth From out the mugs of masons wasted Laying bricks for days to later find they own the lot adjacent Mark the blasphemy, elements of elogance and savagery Murder the gossip, fuck it, run off happily The broken spoke cyclers choking open Doctor Zaius born fetus In a matchbox keylessly padlocked to the hammer base Now these impurities embedded in five illiterates textiles Shedded in the hell tale to motivate behind suspended leverage Now I'm drowning in a pool of why are you here Sever ties with my beast of burden pertinent to if I die this year My name is Dryspell My name is pillar My name's allegiance My name is flagrant My name's a thousand steps from patience But I'm sick and tired of waiting My name's Polaris My name is canvas My name is lowlife My name's intention My name is every imperfection that plays a part in my descension My name is carnival My name is posture My name is polarized My name is evidence My name is delicate approach roped symmetrically to my fellowship My name's Possessive My name is cordial My name is Igloo My name is captivate My name is contaminate the rich And clock the profits for the captive's sake "Let us hope that the whores of evil No longer loiter on the doorsteps of your past" Circle of sandbags dragged to shield the meal the needy hand grabs I'm splitting hopes at your local Acropolis Opulence in a cockpit not the pocket for them born with a pebble toss Sunk to rest while they've exhausted the art of drunken address Exhibit fracture lines that converge towards where the hackers whine When trappers slack, the traps unlatch, the catch covers the tracking lines That will make his majesty furious Oh bury his head and how could I have been so dense If only, yeah but I'm lonely My days graze normalcy then morbidly crash My years breathe honesty then sardonically laugh Alas, I dig my toes in to the sand and spit foliage out my lips Personifying mankind's end all aspirations Hope floats... No, hope sinks like broken boats and most harassed before provoked I'm tossing darts at a map of the arts to pick up where you choked And when the last leaf falls off the branches of resonance I'll be waiting with my butterfly net to collect the evidence Well I am a room with poison oak scaling the sides Arachnids on the celing, rugged thumb tacks, bones and rusty pipes If you can squeeze between the bars (then please!) Enjoy my space employ my waste In case the hand dealt by a stolen grace Do you ever wish the circle was a square So when landsharks start circling the borders You could just cut them off at the corners? There's a ghost in the basket of values Pertinent to, which cayak pilot succeeded in surfin' it through Now I'm surfin it through So if you need me spread your wings to spell my name Above the mess near the other funny requests See my all too tolerant mannerisms have hired a whim To assist in a meticulous pick a part of cobweb skins Of innocence A child of timid instinct with that ten step ahead premise Supply dust bowls before the zephyr was requested A mile in humble shoes, ten shades of blues come off the difference I grimace, took me one hour's blink to conclude there simply isn't My name is Dryspell My name is pillar My name's allegiance My name is flagrant My name's a thousand steps from patience But I'm sick and tired of waitin My name's Polaris My name is canvas My name is lowlife My name's intention My name is every imperfection that plays a part in my dissension My name is carnival My name is posture My name is polarized My name is evidence My name is delicate approach from symmetrically to my fellowship My name's Possessive My name is cordial My name is Igloo My name is captivate My name is contaminate the rich And clock the profits for the captain's sake My name is vagabond My name is angel My name is century My name is hunter My name is sunburst My name is wildfire My name is scrutinize My name is basic My name is consequence My name is cigarettes My name is cynical My name is tolerance My name is hallucinogen My name is waterfall My name is runaway My name is alarm clock My name is...