Good Grief

Despite being the only one with a face in this crowded room
I still manage to be elusive when my old cut crew makes bangs on the warp-hole leading to my safety room

Some would call it first-blood drawn supreme battle tactics
I call it learning to avoid all the bullshit
Despite all our differences, there’s love
Or something of a similar sort
(It lets me savor the pleasure in removing my personal crown of thorns)

There’s something special in the way the fog sifts through the town like fiends of a ferociously despicable home invading in the protection of the night
Steals the keys to the treasure box in your igloo heart
(Volcanically erupting)
Interrupt me one more time and you’ll be limping to the stars

Words are loaded pistols and motherfucker I got clips
We can’t discuss the vocabulary if you can’t even grasp the cusp

Check them goldmines brother

You’re sitting on another diamond that’s gonna crack under all the extra pressure

Good grief
Work all day, never get no sleep
We’re hungry, we’re greedy, we’re scum-fucks, we’re weak
We hurt no man, no gods, no thieves
We’ll take what you give us
We’ll be gone in a week

Family
Orange Bubble-Gum on your fresh white cleats
Appearance is deceiving
We come not in peace but in pieces
Some assembly is required
We expire in a week

Project intelligence onto monolithic abandoned tannery
Upload my consciousness to sentient fog
Become a complex system of fireflies
Your silly little grin is my favorite kind of hardcore porn
(Have you got a name for it?)