Commencement at the Obedience
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I fell asleep again, I wasn't ready for it
The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a 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
With a plan to tunnel pass after the rains had run their courses
But alas the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the grass
Offered this torch supporter one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you: Why's the spy supply hiding in strangers
When they know atop these food chains I could spot biters for acres?
Now be gracious, these minstrels turn the bully cycle civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
The upbringing of self-styled freedom brigade investors
In their studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
Puts it down
It's down beneath your sappy sing-a-longs
So lets take it further down
We'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on
Nova
The elders took positions the fans marched
Parched, plain and steamed hawking 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
Lemme fence-sit for a bit
These tense lips need soaking before I hand out tokens
Shut the fuck up
Drama like kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth
It hurts
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 fill 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'm touring with this warning
Wanting the glory of our advance
Fire ants to water beetles
Free masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles
Pupil turned pedagogue, benediction to my dream
Beaming a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
Check it
I pluck the petals off a classic blood rose one at a time
Gripping the stem in right, invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
It's a metaphor for night-time
Ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon above Paradise Lost
And you're a spectator scrinching
Inch by sacred inch shoveling coal in 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 islands pivot back upon their hinges
20 miles across the glassy-eyed windows of wonders to passers-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 plastic albums
Security's the javelin, catch it
Labor
Clocked in at '76 and haven't clocked out ever since
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 it's 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
Feel it it's like
Must not sleep, must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I melt my habitat for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And it's 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'm touring with this warning
Feel it, it's like that
The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a 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
With a plan to tunnel pass after the rains had run their courses
But alas the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the grass
Offered this torch supporter one tall glass and nauseous
And I'm asking you: Why's the spy supply hiding in strangers
When they know atop these food chains I could spot biters for acres?
Now be gracious, these minstrels turn the bully cycle civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
The upbringing of self-styled freedom brigade investors
In their studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
Puts it down
It's down beneath your sappy sing-a-longs
So lets take it further down
We'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on
Nova
The elders took positions the fans marched
Parched, plain and steamed hawking 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
Lemme fence-sit for a bit
These tense lips need soaking before I hand out tokens
Shut the fuck up
Drama like kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth
It hurts
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 fill 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'm touring with this warning
Wanting the glory of our advance
Fire ants to water beetles
Free masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles
Pupil turned pedagogue, benediction to my dream
Beaming a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
Check it
I pluck the petals off a classic blood rose one at a time
Gripping the stem in right, invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
It's a metaphor for night-time
Ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon above Paradise Lost
And you're a spectator scrinching
Inch by sacred inch shoveling coal in 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 islands pivot back upon their hinges
20 miles across the glassy-eyed windows of wonders to passers-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 plastic albums
Security's the javelin, catch it
Labor
Clocked in at '76 and haven't clocked out ever since
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 it's 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
Feel it it's like
Must not sleep, must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
I melt my habitat for almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
And it's 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'm touring with this warning
Feel it, it's like that
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.49] I fell asleep again, I wasn't ready for it
[00:11.69] The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
[00:13.09] I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of tardy planting
[00:16.13] And the crops we'd have harnessed mid-November
[00:18.04] Had only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed
[00:20.48] Lives to icicle jackets when the frost hit
[00:22.56] I sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses
[00:24.44] With a plan to tunnel pass after the rains had run their courses
[00:27.31] But alas the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the grass
[00:30.59] Offered this torch supporter one tall glass and nauseous
[00:33.13] And I'm asking you: Why's the spy supply hiding in strangers
[00:35.58] When they know atop these food chains I could spot biters for acres?
[00:38.26] Now be gracious, these minstrels turn the bully cycle civil
[00:41.12] By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
[00:43.81] The upbringing of self-styled freedom brigade investors
[00:46.42] In their studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
[00:49.50] Puts it down
[00:50.27] It's down beneath your sappy sing-a-longs
[00:52.35] So lets take it further down
[00:53.45] We'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on
[00:55.01] Nova
[00:56.15] The elders took positions the fans marched
[00:58.00] Parched, plain and steamed hawking the rain in my canteen
[01:00.69] Now I'm like point:
[01:01.26] I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads
[01:03.58] Counterpoint: During my famine I never got broke your bread
[01:06.05] Well, equation of intrigue, yes, yes
[01:08.48] Lemme fence-sit for a bit
[01:09.53] These tense lips need soaking before I hand out tokens
[01:11.75] Shut the fuck up
[01:12.97] Drama like kabuki with a heart of dirt
[01:14.92] Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth
[01:16.96] It hurts
[01:17.26] Must not sleep, must warn others
[01:20.43] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[01:23.08] I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
[01:25.74] Sometimes I take it all and still can't fill this pitfall in my gut
[01:28.70] And I'm like must not sleep, must warn others
[01:31.52] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[01:34.25] I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
[01:36.18] But it's ridiculous at times that's why I'm touring with this warning
[01:39.56] Wanting the glory of our advance
[01:41.33] Fire ants to water beetles
[01:42.93] Free masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles
[01:45.29] Pupil turned pedagogue, benediction to my dream
[01:47.95] Beaming a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
[01:50.86] Check it
[01:50.88] I pluck the petals off a classic blood rose one at a time
[01:53.83] Gripping the stem in right, invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
[01:56.42] It's a metaphor for night-time
[01:58.02] Ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
[01:59.95] To salute the moon above Paradise Lost
[02:02.07] And you're a spectator scrinching
[02:03.43] Inch by sacred inch shoveling coal in my earthworm soul
[02:06.73] Burrow up through the dirt with bloody digit
[02:09.34] Lick my knuckles clean
[02:10.11] Noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the damned
[02:13.38] Now what's your poison?
[02:14.13] Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
[02:16.54] Sip it clean savor the taste then sit and dream later
[02:18.94] The islands pivot back upon their hinges
[02:21.28] 20 miles across the glassy-eyed windows of wonders to passers-by
[02:24.35] Now I'm six-foot-four with a sixth-floor walk-up just to recline
[02:27.30] With no free time, the alarm storms at nine
[02:29.44] My daytime's on some, "Yes sir. Okay sir. Right away, sir
[02:32.40] Sir, do you mind if I breathe, sir?
[02:33.47] Oh, you do? Well excuse me, sir, fuck you"
[02:35.59] I breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams
[02:38.58] Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with plastic albums
[02:41.10] Security's the javelin, catch it
[02:43.23] Labor
[02:44.18] Clocked in at '76 and haven't clocked out ever since
[02:46.87] Must not sleep must warn others
[02:49.46] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[02:52.32] I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
[02:55.04] Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
[02:57.93] And it's like must not sleep must warn others
[03:00.87] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[03:03.41] I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
[03:05.06] But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning
[03:08.48] Feel it it's like
[03:09.23] Must not sleep, must warn others
[03:11.90] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[03:14.76] I melt my habitat for almost everything I want
[03:17.47] Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
[03:20.12] And it's like
[03:20.69] Must not sleep, must warn others
[03:23.08] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[03:25.79] I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine but it's ridiculous at times
[03:29.21] That's why I'm touring with this warning
[03:31.10] Feel it, it's like that
[03:32.22]
[00:11.69] The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
[00:13.09] I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of tardy planting
[00:16.13] And the crops we'd have harnessed mid-November
[00:18.04] Had only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed
[00:20.48] Lives to icicle jackets when the frost hit
[00:22.56] I sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses
[00:24.44] With a plan to tunnel pass after the rains had run their courses
[00:27.31] But alas the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the grass
[00:30.59] Offered this torch supporter one tall glass and nauseous
[00:33.13] And I'm asking you: Why's the spy supply hiding in strangers
[00:35.58] When they know atop these food chains I could spot biters for acres?
[00:38.26] Now be gracious, these minstrels turn the bully cycle civil
[00:41.12] By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
[00:43.81] The upbringing of self-styled freedom brigade investors
[00:46.42] In their studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
[00:49.50] Puts it down
[00:50.27] It's down beneath your sappy sing-a-longs
[00:52.35] So lets take it further down
[00:53.45] We'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on
[00:55.01] Nova
[00:56.15] The elders took positions the fans marched
[00:58.00] Parched, plain and steamed hawking the rain in my canteen
[01:00.69] Now I'm like point:
[01:01.26] I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads
[01:03.58] Counterpoint: During my famine I never got broke your bread
[01:06.05] Well, equation of intrigue, yes, yes
[01:08.48] Lemme fence-sit for a bit
[01:09.53] These tense lips need soaking before I hand out tokens
[01:11.75] Shut the fuck up
[01:12.97] Drama like kabuki with a heart of dirt
[01:14.92] Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth
[01:16.96] It hurts
[01:17.26] Must not sleep, must warn others
[01:20.43] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[01:23.08] I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
[01:25.74] Sometimes I take it all and still can't fill this pitfall in my gut
[01:28.70] And I'm like must not sleep, must warn others
[01:31.52] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[01:34.25] I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
[01:36.18] But it's ridiculous at times that's why I'm touring with this warning
[01:39.56] Wanting the glory of our advance
[01:41.33] Fire ants to water beetles
[01:42.93] Free masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles
[01:45.29] Pupil turned pedagogue, benediction to my dream
[01:47.95] Beaming a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
[01:50.86] Check it
[01:50.88] I pluck the petals off a classic blood rose one at a time
[01:53.83] Gripping the stem in right, invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
[01:56.42] It's a metaphor for night-time
[01:58.02] Ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
[01:59.95] To salute the moon above Paradise Lost
[02:02.07] And you're a spectator scrinching
[02:03.43] Inch by sacred inch shoveling coal in my earthworm soul
[02:06.73] Burrow up through the dirt with bloody digit
[02:09.34] Lick my knuckles clean
[02:10.11] Noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the damned
[02:13.38] Now what's your poison?
[02:14.13] Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
[02:16.54] Sip it clean savor the taste then sit and dream later
[02:18.94] The islands pivot back upon their hinges
[02:21.28] 20 miles across the glassy-eyed windows of wonders to passers-by
[02:24.35] Now I'm six-foot-four with a sixth-floor walk-up just to recline
[02:27.30] With no free time, the alarm storms at nine
[02:29.44] My daytime's on some, "Yes sir. Okay sir. Right away, sir
[02:32.40] Sir, do you mind if I breathe, sir?
[02:33.47] Oh, you do? Well excuse me, sir, fuck you"
[02:35.59] I breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams
[02:38.58] Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with plastic albums
[02:41.10] Security's the javelin, catch it
[02:43.23] Labor
[02:44.18] Clocked in at '76 and haven't clocked out ever since
[02:46.87] Must not sleep must warn others
[02:49.46] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[02:52.32] I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
[02:55.04] Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
[02:57.93] And it's like must not sleep must warn others
[03:00.87] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[03:03.41] I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
[03:05.06] But it's ridiculous at times that's why I tore 'em with this warning
[03:08.48] Feel it it's like
[03:09.23] Must not sleep, must warn others
[03:11.90] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[03:14.76] I melt my habitat for almost everything I want
[03:17.47] Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
[03:20.12] And it's like
[03:20.69] Must not sleep, must warn others
[03:23.08] Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
[03:25.79] I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine but it's ridiculous at times
[03:29.21] That's why I'm touring with this warning
[03:31.10] Feel it, it's like that
[03:32.22]