The Bends

[Verse 1: Dessa] Leave when the snow melts On the first clear night River runs deep Walk against it Walk 'til the Southern Cross peaks on the west edge Of the brine lake at the dredged end Ruts in the mud, then gravel, then a paved one Left at the Amoco, right at the station First train, wait Take the second headed east Window seat, pretty girl with the gold teeth Has a hotel key with your name on it Stay on it 'til the train hits the border in the morning Duck the conductor, leave through the back door Wait for my sign on the platform Smoke on the skyline Welcome to Delphi They’ll come with questions Answer what you can Everybody knows the new oracle’s at hand [Hook] Oh, there probably ain’t another way And I watch so amazed And float through everyday Hoping I don’t float away That I don’t float away [Verse 2: P.O.S.] Cold world, no blanket Uh, dark nights, no Batman, what up? I keep a nail in the hand and a hammer on the nightstand Locked in, no B-plan Keep the mouth shut, let em stay lost Radio up, radio off Either no guts or it’s so what Rather read up then trust my neck to the blood suck Full moon, hand fulla silver bullets High noon all day with these assholes How soon is too soon to pull it when I doubt they count they paces at all? So fly but took a bullet in the wax wing So high but didn’t get the chance to melt So tight how when he came down didn’t even look scared Just eased on back into the veldt [Hook] [Verse 3: Sims] The woods are deep Fuckin' A, them woods are deep I was drinking that cheap shit To fall asleep And really solely to hold my feet Because these days I’ve been taking that heavy so lightly That I might float away completely In my psyche I’m the natural man in a Black Friday stampede LED murder spree for cheap And the video screams, Worldstar War Z I’m feeling dirty but feeling so good I just smile at the thieves Fold up a note in the breeze Cause I got a few miles to go before I concede [Hook] [Verse 4: Cecil] You got it wrong, but you got it made A lot of weight but you gotta wait for a lot of aid though And I’m not a maid or amazed by the raise in your payroll Ergo silence the offers High-wire walkers, child actors Ain’t vying for your father figure fodder Otter out, we outta time, you outta line you lil Focker Taut line from the dock to the Oscars [Verse 5: Mike] And I’m reading like a Rorschach Hiding lines in my pantomime, allegory in a smirk Where my eyes won’t take you my moves do that work, a nonverbal creep Where the O.G's weep Slide, slip, test glide Connect like catching wreck like R-E-S-P-I-R-ation from the Westside Now it’s strong in the Midwest in my own nation Got a fam and we crewed up in sub-clans, no subjugation With the wings and the chops Put the beans in the pot Like the seeds to the crop Doomtree, No Kings, cut the top Head em off at the neck, better off dead Dead em all, better them than you, right? Forever type shit [Hook x2]