When the Tooth-lined Horizon Blinks

[Intro + Hook] All that we wanted Were lays to defy You can keep these streets Me, I'll take these skies But all our beliefs Turned out to be lies So, blink me, blink me away from here x2 (Tell em') Blink, blink, blink, blink Blink me, blink me away from here x2 [Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] Sipping lukewarm water outta open grenades Rocking a fresh Sam Kinison coat and beret High School pep rally yelling vote for Bernade Drowning my vocals in that broken delay (yyeeaahh!) Let's celebrate solitude, grand prize gold plated ‘lectronic pocket So cool when I swim all the Manatees die I learned my cool tricks from Nick off of Family Ties And so i'm leanin' My crucifix earring gleaming There's cotton 'round the frame dream sequence I talk real low like genius (left alone) Yeah, so don't walk this direction House party playing Twister on a autism spectrum Dark poor and lazy Till I dye my eyebrows like Martin Scorsese And all of a sudden y'all respect my art form, crazy Huh, who'd to thunk it? Started a new food service called "Chicken and the Crumpets" Saw ya moms and guitars sitting licking on the trumpets (oh) Cuz your mothers disgusting [Hook] [Verse 2: Busdriver] Feeling so inadequate on a stretch of Crescent heights Those aren't stars above me man, those are check engine lights And all of my fondest memories compressed to precious megabytes So I mad to christ tabs[?] As I address heads on pikes Everybody's been sentenced to death in the computer lounge My IDs got serial numbers swallowed through [?] Dance crowds wearing death shrouds roaming in this music town But another pollutants dissipate when I'm zonin' My nigga it all makes sense when I'm zonin' (left alone) And all my time is spent treating home studios like panic rooms So rare and colorful pantaloons that turns into a pay day Now I vay-cay in the Cameroons I grew flowers in the sand and do [?] So on my face the camera zooms But when the cloud of antimatter bloom Was from a wasted afternoon those florists become fascist goons Those florists become fascist goons Ya get me? (na dude) Treatin' my niggas like the rashest coons Handed this rash with the plastic spoons, common' [Distorted Second Part of the Hook] (I mean sometimes I need I really just wanna disappear) [Hook]