why can't you confess, that bitterness inside your chest it's vinegar and a spider's nest, I'd like to know what time is best to meet you halfway, between the park and home so we can pick apart the day with a broken chicken bone looked at my life said love it, leave it, but for god's sake won't somebody out there please help me feed it bead it like that sweat around my brow and neck i'm in between those towers check and mate on the same line but my day's fine I know I'd save some face if I could just bathe in a bass line can't complain, the fragrance of these fates because they taste fine so buckle me in, while I grin, and check my mates spine between the sheets she's breathing deep causing him to wheeze and pant she unbuckles his shirt and pants and gives him an awkward upward glance "we should dance" the words are caught, mumbled under his neck his belly fought a rumble and the sun burned his breath the soles of his shoes are wearing him this concretes wearing thin he's walking through a cotton gin one day he'll make his fingers talk with string and wires, he perspires over a guitar that gently weeps in a car with bucket seats he'd make the stars fall asleep if they could hear him and his rhyme and lullabies if they'd listen he'd make an angels mother cry why can't you confess, that bitterness inside your chest it's vinegar and a spider's nest, I'd like to know what time is best to meet you halfway, between the park and home so we can pick apart the day with a broken chicken bone all alone, a dial tone could keep him warm in the storm seeds are sown, the wind is blown, the clouds are starting to form water falls from the sky, before it's drank by the soil every blessed drop will have to cry for the toil and the sweat of the pursuit cause the journey is the fruit so before we lick the truth we gotta kiss these roots with a compass, a square, a map and a needle pierce the circumference of an atlas right through strawberry fields we sunk into a mattress we didn't borrow or steal what's the function of a matchstick when you got a raw deal I ain't met a meal, I wouldn't eat right quick the thought of turning vegan it kinda makes me sick cause when you get real hungry and you're in my position you wouldn't turn down the pork, the cow, or the chicken take a hike, from the farm where the hollow reeds grow talk about potential I'm the taut string of a bow follow the sound as this kid plays on pan's pipes spin the bottle around before I smash it with this mag light ripe was the fruit, her lips were slightly loose and as the nectar's dripping through she says "God, I love the juice" Confess

I find it kind of funny, I find it kinda sad that the worst I’d ever been through was the best I ever had when she tossed me in the river, with my head inside a bag first she tied my hands up fastened tightly to my neck I tried to pull the bag off but I would only choke the more I tried to fight it, the more I’d squeeze upon the rope she tore apart my psyche, as I tried to hold out hope I didn’t have a warning, I’m the butt end of her joke when I fell into her life, I never stood a chance it might be I’m mistaken, looking for a new romance I’ve fallen once or twice, but not like this before use me, bruise me, break me, but I’d still be back for more she finds it kind of funny, when she finds me sad every time I’d try to hold her, she’d say I should feel bad I began believing, that she was always right growing numb to the torture, was the focus of my life the spite inside my chest was a motivating force blended with self loathing, then we cooked it with a torch the dish was slightly bitter, with a little too much salt sweat and blood and tears, metallic flavors were my fault when we cook for one another, we forget about the past we drink and dine with slugs, she hides her smile behind her glass I think you’d find it funny, even though I find it sad the dreams in which I’m dieing are the best I ever had we read between the lines, I trace my finger down her hip i gaze inside her eyes, she’d place stingers in my lip she said would be my wife, if I could steer the ship but the helm I hold is broken, and the main sheet starts to slip the compass isn’t turning no matter where we head it would be more disconcerting, but for the numbness in my legs the tingles in my left hand, the pounding in my chest the twinkles in my vision, I’m sure I just need some rest and I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad the dreams in which I’m happy are the ones I’ve never had yes I find it funny, you know it’s kind of sad it’s it’s it’s mad It’s a mad mad world It’s a mad man’s world it’s a bad man’s world it’s a bad man’s world but it wouldn’t be nothing without a women or a girl it’s a mad man’s world there’s a hole inside his chest cause the javelins she hurled

Saint.Sinner.Suns let us simmer till this winter's done spark the flint and cast me out till the splinters taste like gum I'll take position standing at the tip of a bible belt buckle cause the demon just walked in and he walked out with the muzzle the trouble is I'm sinking without a life preserver gimme permission to rub it in this mic I'm 'bout to murder and i heard her make a sound even though she kept it under her breath the clouds are touching the ground but the thunder has left Saint.SinnerSuns I'm gonna pierce this Angel's tongue and staple it to my cranium till i memorize the taste of the rum I'll scream "siete.seis.trece" then I'll hijack these beats I'm rockin it for me gente before the rhyme hits the streets Wake-Self and drop pills for this life that i cherish like I'm workin the door at got skillz after carrying vinyl for Perish our rivals embarrassed cause we mastered their dialect without Def-i-ing no treaties told you Nato's got my respect i attended a beautiful funeral memorized eloquent elements you just pulled outta your hat till the rabbit attacks and followed his tracks till he swallows the fat of a dutiful solider sippin on foldger's; world's on his shoulders cast it off with a shrug till they roll out the rug I'll spit my salt at a slug yo brethren where is the love? From the 505 to the 605 and back again found the rhythm in the heart tap it with my pad and pen back and fourth a metronome I'm out alone and desert roaming keep on driving till i get back home tattoo voodoo suck the ink from the skin sheddings full of venom that i stuck the needle in extracting the drugs that break down the nervous system pull the plunger back with the precision of a piston listen and envision cause they both bring the rhythm taste the sting of an incision for every mile I've drivin torch the tree of life to burn the nest where the nest where the serpents dwell we'll turn the knife the worms infest as far as we fell a bell turned upside down full of Dynamek tension rings like Godsent the tones for the sake of ascension did i mention we can raise the dead the pawns on the back line clutch a femur like a sceptre slap a gong with a slack spine cut an ill tongue from a cherubim's son feed it to a Serif-im staring at a gun give him a sack full of razor blades and honey pour a quart of milk where the river mouth's running From the 505 to the 605 and back again found the rhythm in the heart tap it with my pad and pen back and fourth a metronome I'm out alone and desert roaming keep on driving till i get back home tattoo voodoo suck the ink from the skin sheddings full of venom that i stuck the needle in extracting the drugs that break down the nervous system pull the plunger back with the precision of a piston listen and envision cause they both bring the rhythm taste the sting of an incision for every mile I've drivin From the 505 to the 605 and back again found the rhythm in the heart tap it with the pad and pen back and fourth a metronome I'm out alone and desert roaming keep on driving till i get back home