Salt
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โฑ๏ธ 3:37 duration
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Severe cold, stare at the code
Keep a small circle like a deer in a scope
Let me clear my throat (Let me clear my throat)
Pocketful of rocket fuel and pyramid stones
Invoke a spirit from the parallel
Appearing as unwelcome news
That drag you to the shadow realm
And back for show and tell at school
Promising a future more bedraggled than bedazzled
When, "It isn't you, it's me," began the dagger to the scabbard
Free snake tats, plays on train tracks
Dorm like a door to hell, the doorbell plays taps
Born inside a ring of baffled demonologists
A casualty of otherness, what the fuck's an olive branch?
Rats as big as cattle sent to Babylon convulsing
The home sweet home that sees you as bag of hostile protein
While I do believe that you believe
You're adding to the magic of the motive
Homie, all I hear is, "Dad, I want a pony"
Fuck the police, I'm floating out with the Camazotz
Property of nada, runs on Trompe le Monde and Otter Pops
Roger that, cobblestone beyond the common polygraph
His middle fingers wear little safari hats
Chainsaw shave in the house of a thousand tonics
They're magic if you need a cure for lack of sour vomit
Son, it's not a thing
Everywhere I go, I call to make sure there's a fog machine
Posse up and follow the anomalies
That's a unique wind
Spun a whip out in the snow
Really ain't got shit
Your condition is not a condition, we know
Maximum effect
Maximum effect
The rats are back and built their own ship
They're backstroking faster than the old ship
A rat's a rat, it scatters, that's like its magic power
The bowing out it when your house is being smashed to powder
Ping in the rubble, located burning his bacon
Ravens deliver him trinketry in eternal damnation
I make disturbing the stasis a game to beat when the mania boils
Even the days when the pavement's keeping his platelets employed
Stole an ox on occasion
I go through wands too quickly to name 'em
Okay, I'll name one, it's the rod of fuck the nonsense
A basic wave and nod'll turn bravado into fondant
We slalom from beyond the wildly oscillating compass
Whether you connect the dots or not is truly not my problem
Familiar with the color of permanent cloud cover
Though I've heard there might be others, I'll buy it when it buffers
Until then a dry and lifeless pile of, "Whys?" and, "Ay carambas"
In a bubble watching dumpster fires multiply in numbers
I know that fear and love and death and
Pride and romance hold you by your Chukkas
Though it's unclear what some closure might encompass
A bid to visit symmetry from civil war and swim ashore
Sob story same as yours, but a little more, ha
I'm in the alley pacing, I'm skirting curtain call
I make my hospital corners in a circle of salt
That's a unique prayer
Pretty nervous on the low
Only came up for air
Your condition is not a condition we know
Keep a small circle like a deer in a scope
Let me clear my throat (Let me clear my throat)
Pocketful of rocket fuel and pyramid stones
Invoke a spirit from the parallel
Appearing as unwelcome news
That drag you to the shadow realm
And back for show and tell at school
Promising a future more bedraggled than bedazzled
When, "It isn't you, it's me," began the dagger to the scabbard
Free snake tats, plays on train tracks
Dorm like a door to hell, the doorbell plays taps
Born inside a ring of baffled demonologists
A casualty of otherness, what the fuck's an olive branch?
Rats as big as cattle sent to Babylon convulsing
The home sweet home that sees you as bag of hostile protein
While I do believe that you believe
You're adding to the magic of the motive
Homie, all I hear is, "Dad, I want a pony"
Fuck the police, I'm floating out with the Camazotz
Property of nada, runs on Trompe le Monde and Otter Pops
Roger that, cobblestone beyond the common polygraph
His middle fingers wear little safari hats
Chainsaw shave in the house of a thousand tonics
They're magic if you need a cure for lack of sour vomit
Son, it's not a thing
Everywhere I go, I call to make sure there's a fog machine
Posse up and follow the anomalies
That's a unique wind
Spun a whip out in the snow
Really ain't got shit
Your condition is not a condition, we know
Maximum effect
Maximum effect
The rats are back and built their own ship
They're backstroking faster than the old ship
A rat's a rat, it scatters, that's like its magic power
The bowing out it when your house is being smashed to powder
Ping in the rubble, located burning his bacon
Ravens deliver him trinketry in eternal damnation
I make disturbing the stasis a game to beat when the mania boils
Even the days when the pavement's keeping his platelets employed
Stole an ox on occasion
I go through wands too quickly to name 'em
Okay, I'll name one, it's the rod of fuck the nonsense
A basic wave and nod'll turn bravado into fondant
We slalom from beyond the wildly oscillating compass
Whether you connect the dots or not is truly not my problem
Familiar with the color of permanent cloud cover
Though I've heard there might be others, I'll buy it when it buffers
Until then a dry and lifeless pile of, "Whys?" and, "Ay carambas"
In a bubble watching dumpster fires multiply in numbers
I know that fear and love and death and
Pride and romance hold you by your Chukkas
Though it's unclear what some closure might encompass
A bid to visit symmetry from civil war and swim ashore
Sob story same as yours, but a little more, ha
I'm in the alley pacing, I'm skirting curtain call
I make my hospital corners in a circle of salt
That's a unique prayer
Pretty nervous on the low
Only came up for air
Your condition is not a condition we know
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.49] Severe cold, stare at the code
[00:21.07] Keep a small circle like a deer in a scope
[00:24.22] Let me clear my throat (Let me clear my throat)
[00:26.32] Pocketful of rocket fuel and pyramid stones
[00:28.37] Invoke a spirit from the parallel
[00:29.96] Appearing as unwelcome news
[00:31.24] That drag you to the shadow realm
[00:32.66] And back for show and tell at school
[00:34.01] Promising a future more bedraggled than bedazzled
[00:36.56] When, "It isn't you, it's me," began the dagger to the scabbard
[00:39.78] Free snake tats, plays on train tracks
[00:42.06] Dorm like a door to hell, the doorbell plays taps
[00:44.75] Born inside a ring of baffled demonologists
[00:47.13] A casualty of otherness, what the fuck's an olive branch?
[00:49.54] Rats as big as cattle sent to Babylon convulsing
[00:52.20] The home sweet home that sees you as bag of hostile protein
[00:54.88] While I do believe that you believe
[00:56.14] You're adding to the magic of the motive
[00:57.89] Homie, all I hear is, "Dad, I want a pony"
[01:00.53] Fuck the police, I'm floating out with the Camazotz
[01:02.98] Property of nada, runs on Trompe le Monde and Otter Pops
[01:05.81] Roger that, cobblestone beyond the common polygraph
[01:08.66] His middle fingers wear little safari hats
[01:10.55] Chainsaw shave in the house of a thousand tonics
[01:13.16] They're magic if you need a cure for lack of sour vomit
[01:15.52] Son, it's not a thing
[01:16.55] Everywhere I go, I call to make sure there's a fog machine
[01:19.04] Posse up and follow the anomalies
[01:21.24]
[01:25.42] That's a unique wind
[01:30.34] Spun a whip out in the snow
[01:35.60] Really ain't got shit
[01:37.60] Your condition is not a condition, we know
[01:43.21] Maximum effect
[01:45.82] Maximum effect
[01:53.33] The rats are back and built their own ship
[01:55.69] They're backstroking faster than the old ship
[01:57.68] A rat's a rat, it scatters, that's like its magic power
[02:00.47] The bowing out it when your house is being smashed to powder
[02:02.95] Ping in the rubble, located burning his bacon
[02:04.90] Ravens deliver him trinketry in eternal damnation
[02:07.53] I make disturbing the stasis a game to beat when the mania boils
[02:10.84] Even the days when the pavement's keeping his platelets employed
[02:13.96] Stole an ox on occasion
[02:15.69] I go through wands too quickly to name 'em
[02:18.69] Okay, I'll name one, it's the rod of fuck the nonsense
[02:21.00] A basic wave and nod'll turn bravado into fondant
[02:23.49] We slalom from beyond the wildly oscillating compass
[02:26.17] Whether you connect the dots or not is truly not my problem
[02:28.74] Familiar with the color of permanent cloud cover
[02:30.99] Though I've heard there might be others, I'll buy it when it buffers
[02:33.89] Until then a dry and lifeless pile of, "Whys?" and, "Ay carambas"
[02:36.53] In a bubble watching dumpster fires multiply in numbers
[02:39.20] I know that fear and love and death and
[02:40.46] Pride and romance hold you by your Chukkas
[02:42.29] Though it's unclear what some closure might encompass
[02:44.57] A bid to visit symmetry from civil war and swim ashore
[02:47.09] Sob story same as yours, but a little more, ha
[02:49.84] I'm in the alley pacing, I'm skirting curtain call
[02:52.50] I make my hospital corners in a circle of salt
[02:59.11] That's a unique prayer
[03:04.49] Pretty nervous on the low
[03:09.71] Only came up for air
[03:11.42] Your condition is not a condition we know
[03:14.10]
[00:21.07] Keep a small circle like a deer in a scope
[00:24.22] Let me clear my throat (Let me clear my throat)
[00:26.32] Pocketful of rocket fuel and pyramid stones
[00:28.37] Invoke a spirit from the parallel
[00:29.96] Appearing as unwelcome news
[00:31.24] That drag you to the shadow realm
[00:32.66] And back for show and tell at school
[00:34.01] Promising a future more bedraggled than bedazzled
[00:36.56] When, "It isn't you, it's me," began the dagger to the scabbard
[00:39.78] Free snake tats, plays on train tracks
[00:42.06] Dorm like a door to hell, the doorbell plays taps
[00:44.75] Born inside a ring of baffled demonologists
[00:47.13] A casualty of otherness, what the fuck's an olive branch?
[00:49.54] Rats as big as cattle sent to Babylon convulsing
[00:52.20] The home sweet home that sees you as bag of hostile protein
[00:54.88] While I do believe that you believe
[00:56.14] You're adding to the magic of the motive
[00:57.89] Homie, all I hear is, "Dad, I want a pony"
[01:00.53] Fuck the police, I'm floating out with the Camazotz
[01:02.98] Property of nada, runs on Trompe le Monde and Otter Pops
[01:05.81] Roger that, cobblestone beyond the common polygraph
[01:08.66] His middle fingers wear little safari hats
[01:10.55] Chainsaw shave in the house of a thousand tonics
[01:13.16] They're magic if you need a cure for lack of sour vomit
[01:15.52] Son, it's not a thing
[01:16.55] Everywhere I go, I call to make sure there's a fog machine
[01:19.04] Posse up and follow the anomalies
[01:21.24]
[01:25.42] That's a unique wind
[01:30.34] Spun a whip out in the snow
[01:35.60] Really ain't got shit
[01:37.60] Your condition is not a condition, we know
[01:43.21] Maximum effect
[01:45.82] Maximum effect
[01:53.33] The rats are back and built their own ship
[01:55.69] They're backstroking faster than the old ship
[01:57.68] A rat's a rat, it scatters, that's like its magic power
[02:00.47] The bowing out it when your house is being smashed to powder
[02:02.95] Ping in the rubble, located burning his bacon
[02:04.90] Ravens deliver him trinketry in eternal damnation
[02:07.53] I make disturbing the stasis a game to beat when the mania boils
[02:10.84] Even the days when the pavement's keeping his platelets employed
[02:13.96] Stole an ox on occasion
[02:15.69] I go through wands too quickly to name 'em
[02:18.69] Okay, I'll name one, it's the rod of fuck the nonsense
[02:21.00] A basic wave and nod'll turn bravado into fondant
[02:23.49] We slalom from beyond the wildly oscillating compass
[02:26.17] Whether you connect the dots or not is truly not my problem
[02:28.74] Familiar with the color of permanent cloud cover
[02:30.99] Though I've heard there might be others, I'll buy it when it buffers
[02:33.89] Until then a dry and lifeless pile of, "Whys?" and, "Ay carambas"
[02:36.53] In a bubble watching dumpster fires multiply in numbers
[02:39.20] I know that fear and love and death and
[02:40.46] Pride and romance hold you by your Chukkas
[02:42.29] Though it's unclear what some closure might encompass
[02:44.57] A bid to visit symmetry from civil war and swim ashore
[02:47.09] Sob story same as yours, but a little more, ha
[02:49.84] I'm in the alley pacing, I'm skirting curtain call
[02:52.50] I make my hospital corners in a circle of salt
[02:59.11] That's a unique prayer
[03:04.49] Pretty nervous on the low
[03:09.71] Only came up for air
[03:11.42] Your condition is not a condition we know
[03:14.10]