Commencement At the Obedience Academy

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