The ritual goes, same window, different visual

Wing of wax? Or wing of gold leaf? Choose one

Float or plummet twenty thousand cold leagues

My nourishment's provided in the summer

So then I wonder, how y'all chasing dreams when what's tangible still outruns you

Hail dirty doll immaculate performance

Warm as the march of a billion torches forward to burn what I'm born in

Cut and paste alertness to current settings provided quick

Shimmy the pirate ship mass, spot the island, sound the siren

And about face

Let's salute the embraced pertinent generals

Who turned innocent hermits to burning spectacles

Flirtin' with a serpent working overtime, drain the battery

Siphon the poison to flood his majesty's hatchery

I was riding on a yellow bus to where the brush thickens

And it ain't exactly plush pickings

I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge

I've ever crossed beneath the sun

Than live my life knowing you may one day follow me over one

Snake bite, breath too heavy to hold

Caught up in the wake of the red witch trying to swim it

Ran for the sake of dead cliques stripped of idyllic image

Steal a sloppy earth meal

Feed my pottery wheel to model colossal vision

Thrill, trucking with a bucket of pennies

I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies 'til the cloud burst

Honor and a loud thirst submersed in a trap

Little drummer boy vs. thunderclap

In a city of garbage, trying to reap the harvest

Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest

Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can't

Either way; adapt to circumstance or play your final hand

In a city of garbage, trying to reap the harvest

Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest

Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can't

Either way; adapt to circumstance or play your final hand

You don't know enigma

An attempt to bury the hatchet rendered me victim of deviltry

Plus wounded like stigmatics

Something's huffing hazardous

I smell an inch of difference in this morning's pollution pistons

And how the loose ends drifted

My sour patch institution slipped in amidst the invaders and pardon my tone

But this garden's grown fucking acres since my visit

Itching to count the layers in the blizzard

'Til that chapter where my family inserts the dagger and twists it

It's a carnival

Have you any sweets for my weary kin? It's a carnival

Have you any feed for my cheery grin? It's a carnival

Welcome, play our games, you'll never win

'Cause it's that carnival where every freak show spectacle's your friend

And I'm a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas

Anti-freeze to glacier, cookin' a look of fiery nature

It's the ceiling feeling too heavy to bliss the I-beams for a fraction more

Collapsed and left "I'm sorry" tacked to you door

Pitching my back to hell's kitchen

Back burner murder machinery released regardless of the pardons

Hitching my life to the leash of one minstrel

Sick of same window different visual

Same agnostic hostage different ritual

Plague, cooperative super colony clash

I heard you got a dust collection, lemme see it

I duel as underdog vs. forced adaptation to the marvels of the now

Since then, my knuckles haven't once dragged on the ground

In a city of garbage, trying to reap the harvest

Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest

Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can't

Either way; adapt to circumstance or play your final hand

In a city of garbage, trying to reap the harvest

Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest

Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can't

Either way; adapt to circumstance or play your final hand

The ritual goes, same window, different visual

The ritual goes, same window, different visual

The ritual goes, same window, different visual

The ritual goes, same window, different visual

The ritual goes, same window, different visual

The ritual goes, same window, different visual

The ritual goes, same window, different visual

The ritual, same fuckin' window, different visual