Skelter

Why’s the sky spit in my face every morning Check a dm from the sun that I’ve been ignoring Staying low by the eye that always been assuring That it’s seeing pre the creeping I’ve been trying to be better Can’t stop myself from yawning surrounded by these sweaters Enchant my health from falling Dry ice from elixir Ami stardog on the shelf Perfect mixer for the fixer that’s trying to forget Trance through storms and yet never feel the wet Regrets And debts Social financial regress Jump of a shallow pool diving stool To get ends met I see you’re uncomfortable can’t stay sitting in your place Breathe another month of bullshit dripping from your face Chomping at the bit Chew your life into paste Brother ghoul in the mirror licking lips to the taste This is the moment when I clock that I’m plastered Final component before I finish off the bastard Secret ingredients You’re peeking what coincidence I only roll with love when tapped into tranquilence Dash to conclusions When I mash their illusions Societal collusion now you’re judging what we’re choosing Brain tipped out Drained throughout Ears cranking the smoking out Lay by the burning crown love your burial ground Watching waves crash My pleasure never craves cash Weather changing hard Sitting in caves on the lash No Ritalin to bring me in No manager is managing So passenger to pass me to nurse when it’s happening Watch the sun come up solo chilling on the rocks On the hill see the glow-yo in the sky sweep across Stare at rays to hypnotize Sippin’ days poured over ice Tripping fucking thrice drip like the 3 blind mice Hickory Dickory Smoked out time trickling Down the clock so fickely Run amok rot sicken me Victory is only caught complicity Most toast crossing coasts to their psycho cemetery From plane to plane flying here to heaven See em weathered in the rain putting up a fight Primed for flight no more than a mile a night Deploring whilst pouring watching beetles and mites What kind of sick mood do I have to be in? What kind of mix should I be digging in I bring it in but fiddling With the way I riddling Blast the middle in But I’m still about to fucking drop-in From a pipe dreamer To a half pipe sweeper Watch from where the logs fell by the mariner Hopscotching through your brain like your drowning in creamer Boy I’m still unexpected like a young John Cena Seeing nothing’s soothing Creeping deliriously Glance to a mirror but I seriously barely see me rarely curiously question furiously Foresee my self-change from a left to a right-click Ingrain the strange or commit to being a sidekick Ignored so why stick when I could emit sick Until every drop of hate wasted finally gets tasted Keep falling slipping down Down the helta skelter An appalling tripping town to keep em crawling where the meant to Where the harder you climb is the longer you fall A disaster to find and present to all In placenta we crawl and yet still forgetting birth End up getting drowned Getting boiled on behalf of the earth