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[Verse 1] Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress Composed themselves enough to artfully carve "Zoso" in his desk They was probably thinking "fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" in they head With a hell bound arm and a acidy wash Homemade curfew a thousand o'clock And a pot leaf tattoo his friend did drunk Like a badge of mystique though it technically sucked Taking the name of the father in vain On the way to the blade in his locker Estranged A switch he lifted from a sibling's skivvy drawer Who branched off into ninja stars And never knew his shit was sharked Here with a higher purpose And a prime alert to juvenile beserkers Like Crocea Mors in a arcade drop claw Gouging a valentine for Miss Othmar Watch Capital Z(ed), slowly maneuver the O S is the most difficult to control Finally O Into the eye of Goliath you goes That levee crushing percussion pull the monkey upright Twelve or ghetto blaster Black or technicolor telecaster Lecture at a faster rate than the class was making them develop backwards It would appear you spelled out all the answers [Hook] When they ask how you, feeling you, tell em you, feeling like Something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like Something even more important arrived breathing, something you should probably try feeding When they ask how you, living you, tell em you, living like Something important died hissing, you, tell em you, living like Something even more important arrived giving Something you should probably try willing [Verse 2] Somebody in a cultivated moment of distrust Composed themselves enough to magic-marker “Zulu” on his chucks They was tryin to do the buckle font from ‘Renegades of Funk‘ In a 3d frame of exploding brick And whiz-lines for the locally motion sick Beyond gross but evoked a host of “oh dip” Where a social neurosis owned the whole strip Heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth In the marrow of waiting his guardians out Flashlight Chisel tips Milked venom Pistol grip Images relocated from milled vellum to scissor kick Silent agreement at hand King of the hill for a queen of the damned She in the doorway seething began “That clean white pair had a 3-year plan” Oops Capital “ZED” Radical “U” in the cut Truly to beautiful “L"oser it up "U" and he done Collateral damage a future alum that key to Shambala Planet rocking Bambaata Sample chop Churning out a cancer for the vandal squad Analog And he finds Animated colors on a page Like synthesized cultures on a stage [Hook] When they ask how you, feeling you, tell em you, feeling like Something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like Something even more important arrived breathing, something you should probably try feeding When they as how you, living you, tell em you, living like Something important died hissing, you, tell em you, living like Something even more important arrived giving Something you should probably try willing [Verse 3] Somebody in a cultivated moment of resolve Composed themselves enough to publicize the Zeros in this stall They was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled With a festering hate for the gum drop edge ‘Disco sucks’ tee, punk‘s not dead But a transient teen unsung godsend Via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin (Cheese!) Sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority, thumbing its nose Cutting its teeth Pretzled up in special order vinyl, and Birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills 2 dutch at a show in the front, low-key to the can For a smoke and a fuck, Trixie, fixing her lipstick up When his mitts got bit by the mischief bug Snatch Capital “zed”, terrible “e” in vermillion red Gimme an “RO” and a slippery “s” Over a web of the shittiest bands That beat your heart out Never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve Of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns Urgently Offered through the circuits of an earlier plot I’ll see you at the bottom ZZZ top