Garbage

The ritual goes, same window different visual Wing of wax? Or wing of gold leaf? Choose one Float or plummet 20 thousand cold legues My nourishment's provided in the summer So then I wonder How y'all chasin' dreams when what's tangible still outruns ya Hail dirty doll immaculate performance Warm as the march of a billion torches forward to burn what I born in Cut and paste alertness to current settings, provided quick Shimmy the pirate ship mass, spot the island, sound the siren And about face Let's salute the embrace pertinent generals Who turned innocent hermits to burning spectacles Flirtin' with a serpent workin' overtime, drain the battery Siphon the poison and flood his majesty's hatchery I was riding on the yellow bus to where the brush thickens (Yeah) And it ain't exactly plush pickings I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge I've ever crossed beneath the sun Than live my life knowin' you may one day follow me over one Snake bite Breath too heavy to hold Caught up in the wake of the red witch tryin' to swim it Ran for the sake of dead click, stripped of idealic image Steal a sloppy earth meal Feed my pottery wheel to model collossal vision Thrill, shrunken with a bucket of pennies I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies Til the cloud burst Honour and a loud thirst submersed in a trap Little drummer boy vs. thunderclap In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand You don't know enigma An attempt to bury the hatchet Rendered me victim of deviltry Plus wounded like stigmatics Somethin's huffing hazardous I smell an inch of differnce An this mornin's pollution pistons And how the loose ends drifted My sour patch institutions slipped in admidst the invaders And pardon my tone But this garden's grown fucken' acres since my visit Itchin' to count the layers in the blizzard Til chapter where my family inserts the dagger and twists it It's the carnival, have you any sweets for my weary kin It's the carnival, have you any feed for my cheery grin It's the carnival, welcome, play our games you'll never win Cause it's that carnival where every freak show spectacles your friend And I'm a ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas Anti-freeze to glacier cookin' a look of fiery nature It's the ceiling feeling too heavy to bless the high beams For a fraction more, collapsed and left 'I'm sorry' tacked to your door Pictchin' my back to hell's kitchen Back burner murder machinery Released regardless of the pardons Hitchin' my life to the leash of one minstrel Sick of same window, different visual Same agnostic hostage, different ritual Plague Coopertive super colony clash I heard we have a dust collection, lemme see it Oh, I duel this underdog vs. forced adaption to the marbles of the now Since then, my knuckles haven't once dragged on the ground In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand The ritual goes, same window different visual The ritual goes, same window different visual The ritual goes, same window different visual The ritual goes, same window different visual The ritual goes, same window different visual The ritual goes, same window different visual The ritual goes, same window different visual The ritual is same fucken' window different visual