Designer Shroud of Turin (feat. Pulses.)

If I could see it in third person

I'd break my back for that weekend, prophesies nothing

There's no hell worse than

Looking at wolves and deciding they're fawns

Skinned clean by repetition, you hate this part

Goddamn, you're a big believer

In that applause light praise

With mastodon opposites

You crave nostalgia for the 2000s

With the hacks in swim trunks, not laughing

See, there is no formula

Just sand to add to the hourglass

I'm lying through my teeth for the sympathy of my body's oxygen

But I could live without it now

So, get your story straight, is it the knife or the pen that you need

For lover boy's lament?

It's all been projecting, I won't be respecting the runtime

Flooded skull and the city

With your big boy feelings

That's how your old man did it

Speak when spoken to

If you're a worm, just climb the wall

That's how real men do it

Baker's Dozen of bad motherfuckers

Speak when spoken to

Curfew from the mistress desk

That's how real men do it

It's like we kin to it

Ain't gotta tell 'em who it is, let the pen do it

Your honor, in my defense, he had the dawg in him

Hands up, found luck, it's a new beginning

I be on my own conditions and terms

Dishing heat with splendiferous words

Golden brown comin' out the oven

Dough me fasho 'cause these boys is bussing

An admission of the sin in 'em

Got no business doing deep sea (ditions)

Since you left me at the lectern

Your attention is essential to the (feature)

Got time for the drop-top sequence of events

Spent to the interest of the whole (rich quick)

Save face in a comedic way 'cause

The butterfly pimped anyway (everybody can see)

(You'll be alright) tonight's the night

And it's gonna happen again and again

Your newlywed game

I'll play like it's Groundhog Day

Now we're both progenitors

Diamonds dancing in reverse

What have we done since we last spoke?

Thought I'd fly in a suit to impress you

Take all the chances we had, make them mine

I'm lying through my teeth

For the sympathy of

My body's oxygen

I could live without it now

Oh-oh

If you're suffering sticks to the ceiling

You won't be satisfied

Unless you know it's ROI

Stopped me from a skinned knee

Goddamn, you make my dreams come true

He was marked a cadaver

Found dead in his eggs Benedict

Nostalgia for the 2000s

Nostalgia for the 2000s

Nostalgia for the 2000s

For the 2000s

I'm lying through my teeth for the sympathy of my body's oxygen

But I could live without it now

So, get your story straight, is it the knife or the pen that you need

For lover boy's lament?

It's all been projecting, I won't be respecting the runtime

If you're a worm, just climb up the wall

I can't believe you got the penthouse

Turin

And it's designer

You won't be impressed

They got the shroud

Turin

And it's designer

You won't be impressed

They got the shroud