Twist // 11-7
Yak, The Atlas
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I transmute the bullshit to a fact empirical Lacking every colour its an artificial miracle Resin on the fingertips, blood in the cuticals Pulling pins and needles out the pressure points, the usual Your life of fucking pharmaceuticals Your constant squeaky chairs, lines of endless cubicles With heffalumps and woozles appearing in peripherals When's the last time I ate breakfast or cereal? I'm searching for that soup for the soul You living goldish flushed down a toilet bowl I used to not give a f*ck and spread the sow These childish thoughts are nightmarish to me now. But still flowing out of a syrup spout You're shitting out of your mouth That's awful I've gotta twist the future with my own hands Goddamn, goddamn mister business man Understand we are less than grains of sand I've gotta twist the future with my own hands Goddamn, goddamn mister business man Understand we are less than grains of sand I've gotta twist Hit me with a clock wipe As I poke the whole hornet's nest Cards in my spokes vibrate On the next tirade, weights off my chest Can you feel the unrest migrate Day to day staring hell in the face So is it bland to the taste What kind of trail do you blaze? You know me I stay astray This come up like the crime rate Going all primate, ap on the strike raid And trippin on these untied laces Up the stairs in some mazes Just like me I'm so aimless Acolytes, accolades, shit I'm a grave shift, I'm a grave shift, I'm a grave shift Open your eyes celestial fish Pulled to the skies, a hook through the lip A whole life span, blink a minor eclipse So I ain't ever felt like a plastic bag bitch Have some catnip Spaceman Spiff and think about it Consequences, myths to the masses My friends built a ship that we council in That's a cardboard box to the past calvin Where's hobbes? It's a barrage, hit'em with the faux pause Skimming the roll off, high as some pole vaults Nothing left to go on but the scenery Pump anxious me full of nicotine and caffeine Cause I'm unraveling I'm a grave shift, I'm a I'm a grave shift, I'm grave shift yeah I'm a grave shift yeah This is motherfucking yarn, bitches
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