Slick

Apocalyptic skies overcast with all your lies The trees grow close so no one hears the cries It's a black night baby, no need for disguise I tried to put it out but found it's dead inside The moss feels cold like a can of steel Grind your teeth and say what's real What's real is that your head's see through Drop your mirror, cut your shoe The rain that falls ain't in your head Complexion's pale like petrol fed Trip the norm and twist the stock Jam the key and melt the lock Stack the rocks and plant the trees Hands of mud and dirtied knees Worms crawl out to flee the pit Copper taste mixed in with spit See the sinkhole in the sky What's down there you wonder why Matchstick, drop the ash Floating down onto your lash It's dark in here just like I said See it crouching by your bed Trees against your glass at night Fold yourself and see the light Break the glass and run it through Sticking on you like the dew Hold the sun and wring it out Float like snow among the clouds Close the door Breach the sky Hold it back See it pass