Verse One: The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked the stroke of tardy planting And the crops we'd have harnessed mid November Had only brushed the blossom bracket, then soon sacrificed Lives to icicle jackets when the frost hit I sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses Where the planted tunnel passed after the rains had run their courses But alas, the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the grass Offered distort support of one tall glass of nauseous And I'm asking you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers When they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres Now be gracious, these minstrels turned a bully cycle civil By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels Yelp, bringing the self-styled freedom brigade investors In their studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors Puts it down, and it's down beneath your sappy sing alongs So stick it further down, we'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on Nova, the elders took positions and advanced march Parts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm like Point: I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads Counterpoint: During my famine I never got broke your bread Well equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit These 'tensils need soaking before I hand out token "Shut the fuck up" drama like Kabuki with a heart of dirt Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth, it hurts Chorus: Must not sleep must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I milk my habitat for almost everything I want Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut And I'm like must not sleep must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning Verse Two: Wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to water beetles Free masons adjacent to pacing on pins and needles Pupil turned pedagogue, benediction to my dream In a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine I pluck the petals off a classic blood rose one at a time Gripping the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifelines A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion To salute the moon above paradise lost and you're a spectator Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling coal into my earthworm soul Burrow up through the dirt with bloody digit, lick my knuckles clean Noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the damned Now what's your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser Sip it clean, savor the taste, then sit and dream later The eyelids pivot back upon their hinges twenty miles Across the glassy eyed window of wonders to pass him by Now I'm six foot four with a sixth-floor walk-up just to recline With no free time, the alarm storms at nine My daytime's on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sir Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck you I breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums Security's the javelin, catch it; labor Clocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever since Chorus: Must not sleep must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I milk my habitat for almost everything I want Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut And I'm like must not sleep must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning