Dixie goes to the same ol' deli grocery store

Next to the nuclear power plant built in the war

Now subsided mold ate the floors

And the bodega cat had many pupils stacked no longer on all fours

Mangy cat, eye contact, chain react

Reaches pocket but still glimpses watching

Motion, slo-mo

Hoping the girl don't see the whole show

Cashier shaking"Don't you move son! Don't you know the cops ain't come around here since '91?"

I remember the days the bombs dropped

Just bought a mink in a pawn shop

Hard stop, fifth ave

A dogpile as the wave was moving so fast with no sound

Just flashing teeth

Not exactly a smile, just ask me I'll sit you down

Lay it all out until you're fully briefed on the apocalypse

Smoke bowls of tar, hold your nose when you take a chop, dip

Bumps of sulfur oxide, Billy Bob in a mall

Santa Claus ain't who you think dawg

Lester Nygaard tragic snowmobile pit fall, dramatic art

Devices we put on a pedestal and ones that ain't so bad after all

OTT

OTT sonic capabilities

Don't mind me and my laser beam

Clandestine activity, shadows rendered halfway, collectively without they names

Objectively reject the fame

The gesture is ultimate

You can see just in your peripheral

At the Scientology expo

Won't lie the snack table extended

No surprise humans eyes served with roasted pine nuts and truffle fries

Strange delights bended to best suit the occasions host and wife

Let's go to the metro

Homeless sleep with eyes open

Twilight local uptown

Size me up get your wig cut, retro flattop and new step by step process hosted with wet blunts

At the cult meet earning my progress these my last reps

I'm just an object

Hold my breath

See the stars kid I was wild then

Rocked a bald head, odd step

Long death bomb debt

Song dead voltage spikes dread

I'm not stressed!

Just let it go

I didn't know

So cold

It's the price you payed (on and on)

It's the nights we made (and on and on)

It's the knife you gave (and on)

It's the knife I take (and on)

Whenever I speak out I meet the beholder

I see a black cold sky

Blame the tricks on the mist

Blame the subtle abyss

A pain of sorrow events

A chain we live in repeat

A slave to late dreams

A waste of entropy

A weight that made me weak

You know the price done spiked quadruple

Too slow group home

Backwood duo Tuco blue glow

Dinero stay low if you stay high