The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season,
I imagined sloppy seed handling,
evoked a stroke of tardy planting,
but only brushed the blossom bracket,
then soon sacrificed lives
to high school jackets when the frost hit.
I sunk to find the warmth
With a plan to tunnel past
But alas, the portraits of these
Supported by tall, glassy notches
why suspice a fly hiding in strangers
When they know atop the fruitains,
I got five biters for acres
these minstrels turn to bullies
Psycho -civil by dissolving the candy
-coated image down to the pixels
The outbringing of self -styled
freedom brigade investors
In their studies connecting
And it's down beneath his side,
So let's take it further down,
where them Dante decide which ring I'm on Nova,
the eldest took positions
Sparks playing a themed hawk
in the rain in my canteen
Though I'm like, I guess I got spare
splats for a couple of heads
During my famine, I never got broke,
Well, equation of intrigue, yes,
yes, let me fence it for a
These tense lips need soakin'
I'ma like Kabuki with a heart of dirt
Jack must not sleep, must warn others,
where the dust storm hovers
I'm knackered for having time
for almost everything I want
and still can't feel this pitfall
And I'm like must not sleep,
where the dust storm hovers
I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
but it's ridiculous at times
with this water in the glory of
fire ants to water beetles
Freemasons adjacent to pasting
Pupil -turned -pedagogue,
In a billion -bottle rock,
absorb the golden mezzanine
a classic blood rose one at a time
Gripping the stamen right,
to dig up in my lifelines
A metaphor for nighttime,
many of the slight cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon above,
Stringent, itch my sacred inch,
Spurrow up through the dirt
don't the corporate clusters
Starlight in a mesa with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean, save it a taster,
The eyelids pivot back upon the hinges
20 miles across the glassy eyes
Window of wonders that passes by
Now I'm six foot four with a sixth floor
Walk up system and climb with no free time
My daytime's awesome, yes sir
Sir, do you mind if I breathe, sir?
I'm running with these fantastic
Penny casket -bound careers to peers
Gunning with plastic albums
Security's the javelin, catch it
Labor, clocked in at 7 -6
And haven't clocked out ever since
Must not sleep, must warn others
for almost everything I want
and still can't feel this pitfall
And it's like, must not sleep,
I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times
with this warning feeling
It's like must not sleep,
where the dust storm hovers
for almost everything I want
and still can't feel this pitfall
And it's like must not sleep,
where the dust storm hovers
I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times