Big Bang

Okay, this is the dawning of the Book of Bitter Aspects

Where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues last breaths

Poison function accompanied by six armor-clad black horse-and-buggy mechanisms

Tugged a portion of my severed vision

The gathering of loose ends in a bucket with a shoe-string budget

Every man's got a field to plow (I know that now)

But it's like, man, I really can't afford the oxen, fe fi et cetera

I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin'

I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid, liquid backbone

I get swept in the pressure cooker tryna paddle back home

I get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention

By eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences

Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering

And when the groom presents the ring, the bride commence the blistering

It's textbook magnificently crude

Prototype king berserker module inserted vertical thirst

Burst horizontal (Treasure)

Treasure

Loose cannons span the starboard bow of the clippership

Dipped in truth, famine, pressure

Cabin fever meter pegging ludicrous, beautiful cartoon troopers

Swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar

I rock ready, aim fire, while y'all rock ready, fire, aim

Then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame

Merit badge marksmen or poacher? It's all the same

So I lay across the wood, perpendicular to the grain

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a yes, sir, sir (Yes, sir)

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things

I'ma burn with this little light of mine

And a prime concern to earn

Thanks, I'ma be a big bang

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a yes, sir, sir (Yes, sir)

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things

I'ma burn with this little light of mine

And a prime concern to earn

Thanks, I'ma be a big bang (I'm just a)

Survivor of the wooly mammoth population

Bottle-neck affect, sorta born deaf

Alien to shallow alchemy

If you gon' metamorph the base metal to precious

Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants

I'm floating this homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window

Left an S-O-S-infested bottle nestled in his grip

So with a prayer circle release party and hearty wild bellow

I observed him fly ten feet, then drop the bottles to the devils

Fertile circle turned fertile crescent via bad investment

Despised every second, but I guess I learned my lesson

If I made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim

There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system

Sticky panoramic contaminant planted in conjunction with phantom assumption

Gutter-bug alumnus candidates

Well, I'll promise you I'll man the lighthouse just to help you guide in your ship

If you promise to help pull this hook out my lip, bitch

Godspeed, straight-jacketed ragged approach

To circle suns via folklore pollutants

Derived strictly from a BC generation disgust community movement

Alluding to a "no blood given, no recognition" life manner

I was up all night with a rusty hammer

Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered

But to that certain lack of avail, I sail a choppy lot

With buoyancy like a bucket of rocks

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a yes, sir, sir (Yes, sir)

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things

I'ma burn with this little light of mine

And a prime concern to earn

Thanks, I'ma be a big bang

I wanna be a big bang, gotta be

Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a yes, sir, sir (Yes, sir)

Thorn with a torn core, sore to the bone

Warn the other brothers I was born forlorn

Big bang, shoveling a big dig

Huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things

I'ma burn with this little light of mine

And a prime concern to earn

Thanks, I'ma be a big bang

Okay, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bit the elders farewell

I shook the buddy system wisdom till the similars repel

I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit syndicate jackals

I'm broken arrow to the fucking bone, broken poem

I don't really believe in God

But God, I'm scared to death of God

I swear to God I never meant to spill the beans nor tear the pod

But it's like, I hike an acre unimpressed and slept on the saber's edge

Enough times to splice Antichrist's favorite pledge

I wanna know myself

Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves

And still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls

I push the ghouls to man overboard, pull the bulls onto my sword

And buckle down in the corner chair of the round table floored

Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar

Got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar, slide over

The recipe's designed to plug the appetite for continuity

By stitching togetherness theme congruence (Beautifully)

I peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers

Cauterize the wound and heads like gimme, gimme something major

Roadside prophetic ascend well

Enveloped in a mummy ribbon system blistering in the wishing well

Big bang