Gauze

Some of you know me already Those of you who don't, you're in for a great big fucking surprise For those of you who do can expect an Infinitely more horrible time than they care to remember I drag in the cat that drag in the conversation piece Yahweh-forsaken elite Hemlock in the pot every day of the week, I'm a lot Reach in, even the odds or evolve into Mystery meat for the broth, who's еatin'? Scream for his mom all evening, moxiе, a seasonal fog Palmful of grease, skied through "Keep Out" signage Weed in his sock, beacon of snot Knee-deep evil to plot through a Fever, maid threw his Rod of Asclepius out Spring and bell exploding through my Polartec Got a soul and vessel, don't coalesce Got a nosy compulsion to overstep I write 8-bit maps for the so depressed From the croc in the moat to the gold in the chest Notice I don't program any actual way to progress To convey an effect Hot Vinyasa to bated breath That fray, that plague, that bayonet That hate, that face of death That all-in together, I'm afraid that train has left I ain't wade through bullshit or baby step Pop off into flesh, no beta test I bump Raising Hell, I make raisin bread Raised on wolf's milk and Eraserhead I'm all good Quietly hacking away at a hideous riff on the formula What is the work if it isn't a ticket to slip into vivid euphoria? Huh? (You know we're being watched) (You know we're being watched) I brought gauze Two kind of knives Carrots for the horse Tie his own flies If you're coming, bring soap Something for the cough A million feet of rope Maybe more gauze (One, two three, four) Ayy, grey beard, wayward Parade wave and vacate the framework Phased out, trade for blank tapes and bait worms, eek Ease in the weeds, no safe word, K? No kayfabe, all true tales from the pay grade Heavy on malaise and away games The tiptoe tailed by a trail of craters I am way too Canis Major, et tus? Let me guess, you tout the brave few Then make Jesus take the wheel by day two I don't really pander or plan to behave If the police sketches a hand from the grave, unholy Don't luminol the upholstery His poor old nonna would roll on her rosary, I know I go from a homie to bogey and ghost I'm sorry if you know me as both I still float hearts from the haystack I give free hugs in a plague mask I don't trust none of y'all's love to be More than a cheap toy gun with a bang flag Ayy, sultan of simple fare No lie, roll by, we can lick the air It's an appeasement gesture, not a rib tip rare But the bistro don't split silver hairs I made peace with a lot, but a lot of it sits Still, genuine props on the bottomless pit Backseat drive with a lazy drawl I don't aim to please, I don't aim at all, I'm okay Actively seeking to under develop his sentimentality Why am I here if it isn't Effectively cutting the hellions out of me, huh? (You know we're being watched) (You know we're being watched) I brought gauze Half a dozen flares Couple clean jars Strike anywheres If you're coming, bring fuel Map of the stars Any canned food Maybe more gauze See? I got a rope A camping knife with an itsy-bitsy fork and spoon And a place to hang my canteen