Dead Man's Float

Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on Yea as we walk through the valley of the shadow of death We shall fear no evil For we are the most evil motherfuckers in whatever valley we choose to occupy Gentrify, overtake or drunkenly speed through And it's we, the hitchhikers with tired thumbs Often greeted by middle fingers, imagery lingered as the tires spun (it's tiresome) Now conserve your energy and lay face-down in the waterways Seek guidance from the sirens calling out to you from those watery graves Bodies are on display, bloated and holding their crown jewels Instead of flotation devices, they decided the house rules didn't apply to them Got baptised in the name of Neptune and then died for him When the ice was thin, dead man's float for those who don't like to swim Don't fret cause help is on its way, it'll be here any day Just stay still and do nothing buddy, remain faithful, you're gonna be saved And when you meet your maker you can explain How there was a cemetery of support behind every wager that you placed All the chorus of every deceased beast that came before is sweetly saying "We all float down here and wait for riptide to sweep us away" To the valley of the shadow where we shall fear no evil For we are so cerebral, we, the ghost people With the poke of a needle, pop of a pill, we, the pole survivalists Holding onto the steeple like a lightning rod to show that we die for this It's been said "faith could move a mountain" Faith couldn't even move low-income families away from Biblical floods when they were all drowning There's not a doubt in my mind and there's not a cloud in the sky There's just contaminated rivers filled with waterlogged subordinates floating on by Float on Swimming through iron limbs of the knighted stiffs The skeletal remains of false praise, the slow decay of yesterday's recycled gifts They're drowning in sorrow cause they pray with clenched fists Shamed by the broken promise of tomorrow, the guilt sticks to the ribs And it's ageless, and it's ancient, and it ain't shit When compared to the present, so all hail the king While the paupers and peasants return to the so-called essence The war, the famine, the death, the pestilence Float on Float on, float on As I received you, thing of the prince The worst of luck ain't always bestowed upon the old and weak We stick em, hahaha, stick em where the ocean's deep Go to sleep young one, have sweet dreams of someone That you'll never meet, but you'll speak of often whenever you talk in tongues The coffin comes in the form of a canoe, no paddle No info, no manual, live slow, don't be so quick to storm the castle That's survival kids, put an oxygen mask inside the tackle box Your limbs and abdomen will sense when the pressure of the cabin drops Shut up when the captain talks, the secret of the enlightened Is to preach against whatever it is they practice in the dark We're all born free, we die by the shackles we adopt Enjoy your buoyancy, right up until the very last drop The dead man's float, the deadpan joke The cold touch of a stranger, the left hand stroke There's no right hand man, the bedpan spill, the dead man's still Face-down in his own waste, while we chase A shadow in the gallows of the valley of death Where we shall fear no evil for as long as we can hold our breath Float on Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on