Good Grief

Despite being the only one with a face in this crowded room I still manage to be elusive when my old cut crew makes bangs on the warp-hole leading to my safety room Some would call it first-blood drawn supreme battle tactics I call it learning to avoid all the bullshit Despite all our differences, there’s love Or something of a similar sort (It lets me savor the pleasure in removing my personal crown of thorns) There’s something special in the way the fog sifts through the town like fiends of a ferociously despicable home invading in the protection of the night Steals the keys to the treasure box in your igloo heart (Volcanically erupting) Interrupt me one more time and you’ll be limping to the stars Words are loaded pistols and motherfucker I got clips We can’t discuss the vocabulary if you can’t even grasp the cusp Check them goldmines brother You’re sitting on another diamond that’s gonna crack under all the extra pressure Good grief Work all day, never get no sleep We’re hungry, we’re greedy, we’re scum-fucks, we’re weak We hurt no man, no gods, no thieves We’ll take what you give us We’ll be gone in a week Family Orange Bubble-Gum on your fresh white cleats Appearance is deceiving We come not in peace but in pieces Some assembly is required We expire in a week Project intelligence onto monolithic abandoned tannery Upload my consciousness to sentient fog Become a complex system of fireflies Your silly little grin is my favorite kind of hardcore porn (Have you got a name for it?)