Verse One:



The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season

I imagine sloppy seed handling avoke the stroke of tardy planting

And the crops we'd have harnessed in mid November

It only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed

Lives to icicle jackets when the frosted

I sunk to find the walk beneath the mosses

Where the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run their courses

But alas the portraits of these frosted corpses tortured in the grass

Off of distorts or pour the one tall glass and 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 minstools turn a bully's psycho civil

By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels

Yelp bringing the self-stop freedom brigade investors

And the 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 where the daunted decide which ring I'm on

Nova yell just took positions and advance 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 debasing on pins and needles

Pupil turned pedagogue benedicts into my dream

Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine

I pluck the pedals off a classic blood rose one at a time

Gripping the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline

A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion

To salute the moon of our paradise lost and you're a spectator

Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling colon in my earthworm soul

Borough up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my knuckles clean

Noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the dam

And what's your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser

Sip it clean savor the taste then sit and dream later

The ollage pay their back upon they hinges twenty miles

Across the glassy eye window of one less to passes by

Now I'm six foot four with a sick flow 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