Slouch

Unplug the system, lift to your lips then blow out the minions Twenty five thousand CC's of wishful thinkin, mixed with a lack of blinking Ink dries slow as it drips from the belly of an artist who knows no bliss Bug flys down for a kiss, steals a bit of blood And reveals to the world that it ain't no bitch Dont flinch dont shake when the beast is upon you It's best to be tame any god with a brain would be actin the same Except in the case of accepting the blame But smack that sad face sideways shotgun a pabst blue ribbon like its friday Crash on the piss stained carpet And dream of the sharpened stakes on the snowflake highway When the sun comes back leave a broken cocoon on the welcome mat Pop a balloon just to prove that your bad Or assemble a fleet and relieve all the sad Wow, that feels much better dont it Now you can live more present in the moment Kick off your socks make your self at home What's mine is yours till the second it's over What's really real? What's really peeling back what the coat concealed Is it bones or a meal? Home or a hag with a cauldron of eels? Hmm Seems like the life of a flesh bag matters the most To the host of a flesh bag, gross Those suits dont last they are only a vessel for boots and for hats But it's a real nice hat, wool with a feather erect from the cap Wear it to partys in Hope's that a lass might fancy A taste of your chapped stick Back in the cab, back to the land of the crab Where a bug lies dead in an ocean of trash Last to the bed is an egg made of glass Cracked and a waste of your hard earned cash Now lie awake, retinas fixed on the popcorn ceiling Transform paint into fractals and shapes and imagine yourself as a king Lord of the stars, commanding a hoard of bizzare Creatures and beings from planets afar A place where a rocket replaces your car A place where you aren't what you are Slouch through a world that feels so heavy It's the same routine unseen unready Just sleep and escape to where the ground stays steady Stay steady, stay steady