Sutures

Chorus poisonous to touch/put ‘em up/be careful what you ask before you’ve had enough/yeah woman I can see into your eyes/dark times ahead/you the type/poisonous to kiss/I can taste it on your lips/I like the way it kicks/I like the way it kicks/you want me in your life/be careful what you wish V1 I’ve been looking to the future/tearing out the sutures/and the stitches you left when you moved to/that place/that you said better suits ya/but everyone you left me with here is just moochers/they want my money/coz they smell what’s imminent/I the immigrant/yeah Mr. Cinnamon/sweet candy for women/who want the integers/soul stealers/and bank account pillagers/so come back love/and set me on the train tracks/freight train lost my steam and my way back/pipe dreams that were sweet/I could taste that/now I’m just bitter/want my blood/and my payback/so tell me/do you know who I am at all?/standing here/with my back against the wall/thinking would you even know me if you saw me once more? V2 so why’d you leave?/you the ghost in the breeze/you the sickness of the night/when the light starts to bleed/the thick smoke from the souls of the trees/when the spirit of my fiery rage/starts to breathe/call me doctor/I medicate my soul/coz I see you in hallucigen visions where I go/and though I know it’s a sickness of my own/it brings me comfort to feel you in my zone/cold the troubles that visit to my tongue/I’m faithless with the words that arise in response/I need you back like a barrel in the gun/or a bullet that propels/with ambitions for the sun/and tell me/do you know who I am at all?/standing here/with my back against the wall/thinking would you even know me if you saw me once more? V3 in incrementals I spit on instrumentals/to show you that my fission is nuclear/I’m settled/with the intention of melting down your metals/reform your shape/like water out of kettles/I put the pedals to the pedestals/here I am the pulpit speaker/spitting out a metaphor/like S.A.Ts to escorts/from Equador/I found it’s best not to try to test a whore/put a punch like a sixth grade dance recital/spike the s**t/watch it hit/and then I dance behind you/I don’t move good/so I like to watch more/learn to dance?/yo/I’m famous/what the f**k for?/I grew wings once/but didn’t like my body image/I couldn’t wear my fitted suits/so I had to clip ‘em/sold the feathers/to a perroquet/doing chemo/much obliged to you sir/you my f**king hero/came back terrestrial/with roots like a vegetable/grounded to the earth/a protector/and a sentinel/f**k you seminal secretions/you edibles/is moved on/yeah/yeah/I eat in the intervals/when the clock ticks/and heart beats/I’m in-between/f**king up the rhythm/like a priest in a sinner’s dream/gloves is off/bare knuckles to your squeaky cleans/nice fight now boys/try to keep it mean/give you context/so you feel my backstory/in case you think I’m all good/and start to adore me/I feel love/which it turns out is bad for me/careful dear/before you turn into a sad story/I flick a switch on that side of me/it’s lights out/the anger of my arrogance/sits up/and flies out/I got adrenaline/I’m swinging in the 9th round/could be good though/I guess we’ll f**king find out/drink the potion/to induce the motion/love bottle number 9/bottled in the oceans/I sip it slow to avoid the commotion/don’t wanna rock the boat /and turn it to a ghost ship/down torrentials/I’m raining my credentials/rap form story/coz I don’t believe in pencils/I could incense you/with my commitment issues/but you don’t wanna hear that/and know what you got into/I bite a bullet/then project with my f**king tongue/you know my wordplay/I put it where there isn’t sun/where other folks don’t go/coz I stuck my flag/if I see footprints there/it’s gonna be f**king bad/I wanna trust but so often been the other guy/wanna open up/but so often seen a woman lie/doing uncivilised things in my bed/talking on the phone with their man/”I’ll be home in 10”/but I’m not cynic/yo/I’m stoic/but I’m in it/and for better or for worse/yo/this love s**t/I feel it/I’ll admit it/yo/I’m man enough to know it/not quite man enough to ever wanna show it/and so he floweth/the atheistic poet/with faith in a woman/and no signs of ever slowing/f**k a Jesus/Mohamed/or a Moses/I don’t need a prophet/to show me where it’s going/and f**k your lullabies/fables/and allegories/I speak straight truths/yeah/it’s just a mandatory/tongue-twisting like dykes trying to pick a pepper/words infected/s**t I’ll be sick forever