If quieter than most, I´m mostly mastering the science of Keeping one´s composure while the limbic system´s lighting up
Some try to combat any kind of odd force tryna make contact, nah Let it in, let it in Let it in, let it in Some try to stonewall any kind of woo-woo tryna make a phone call, nah Let it in, let it in Let it in, let it in
Let it in, let it in Let it in, let it in Let it in, let it in Let it in, let it in
Ring around the revenant, let it in Said he wasn´t ready yet, he never left the Etch-a-Sketch Stuck around for more than just a parlor trick or flickering fluorescents Had a couple still to visit with a million pressing questions Like, where you the night of? What are you traversing Earth in spite of? How are you adjusting to the triumph? I´m asking for a friend who caught a loss and never surfaced Simply curled up in his cubby, shutting down the central nervous Look, float up into urgent care, a checkerboard of blurry squares Flowers in the lobby shrivel back into the earthenware
Humans in the lobby holding crosses up I understand the caution but Some of you just wanna see the coffin jump Until the coffin jump, then it´s what I call a punk Didn´t even get to where he coughing blood and talk in tongues Not to mention, once you hassle the hoard It doesn´t matter how much furniture you stack at the door, yeah
Some try to combat any kind of odd force tryna make contact, nah Let it in, let it in Let it in, let it in Some try to stonewall any kind of woo-woo tryna make a phone call, nah Let it in, let it in
Let it in, let it in Wha-w-w-what´s that?
Let it in, let it in Let it in, let it in Let it in, let it in Let it in, let it in
Hand-drawn map cross over, cross back Calling from the flight deck, I collect dog tags Tall grass, asphalt, or salt flat It´s all jazz like an alphabet to Saul Bass Bratty to the basic anatomy of a death stare Passing through the old Manhattan, ectoplasm everywhere Pack a second teddy bear, I´m headed for the panic Take a second for some bacon, take his head off when in transit
I don´t coexist, I don´t exist Even J.C. miss him with the loaves and fish You feel dementia getting closer like the devil getting over Now his antennas are roaming for radio terra nova Going, "Ksht, ksht, sir, I think we´ve got a signal It´s fuzzy, but they´re playing one that wasn´t from the hymnal" I´m a faint scent of sulfur, I´m the source of the ooze I´m security tape of a glowing orb in a room, ´sup?