Ooh, dreams will be like William Blake paintings
Truue, the Word has got ever so tainted
Smoooth, arrhythmic lump under chest banging
Moove, watch out for angels crash-landing
Horse-drawn chariots, four raw carriers
Pestilence, death, famine, war at the Marriot
Jake and Dinos Chapman figurines cradle
Confidence unheard since the tower of Babel
24 hours without washing and your flesh reeks a stench
[And yet you're proud?]

Hit 'em with the heat like a consummating fireball
Loud ruin on the street, it's a dire brawl
Hear hereafter, ether at the wake
It's inevitable: your body expiry date
Instant zings fling unseen stings
Eschatos! Your eulogy is Wingdings!
23 chromosomes breaking down into Moroccan cedarwood
whether evil or good
Sever the self into several selves to suffer the severe service of death
Until there's nothing left

I've got the fashion; worms intertwine with the flyyyy
Putrefaction; five days after your niiiigh
Whilst the energy's expired into something more or less
This is where I get off, my stop, my rest

full weight of the rigors of mortis
who'll wake up to spring? just the orchids
tourist, your timing is flawless

no good uppercut - micah 3.6
no rematch, no remix,
no home for the beatniks, better believe it, I'm seasick
frozen fire, no phoenix
old desires, o Venus!
photograph in the eye of the mind is scenic
all toned, beautiful backbones
and bicycles bells
thrown over the chrome
surprising myself
sunkissed vision of the rise of the welt
the youngest of women making icicles melt
the breath of the summer? you're grasping smoke
and a cast of crass and dastardly folk
the past is the past and you're having to cope
with the loss of your love and you haven't a hope
no fountain can doctor your age
in the mountain an ox can carry a box with your shame
and won't speak praise or blame until the end of the page
or til the last days, ahh

The dead weight contorts the pixie dust
Let's set it straight: you won't miss me much
Crouch in a bunker
Elevated heavy metal will cloud up your slumber
The women and men of faith will plough through the undergrowth
Thunder so pervasive, off come the shoes and the laces
The Borneo four-hand man
The Yellowstone wolf
And the Lord of the Land
Bereft of the cell-phone, elbow-to-elbow intel
Go into the realm of the other 99%
We cut ‘em all down
Now they rise again

We'll die soon
Wash off the sour grimace in a typhoon
I lost the flower in it
Kneel in the jungle
Spinal cord to the canopy
Feeling the rumble
Dear Lord, are you mad at me?
Reveal the subtext, you confiscated my sampler
You see I plumb depths and carbon-dated the antlers
The caribou is steely-eyed
Nothing like the picture in the pamphlet when I arrived
But to my surprise
It won't hold grudges in the clutches of a light divine
Don't need enemies, I lied to friends
I cut 'em all down
But they rise again

Throw in the towel, scowl on my face
May it melt into tears, exposing my fears
Prose for the peers, tales for the kids
Those are the years that we fail to relive

We confused things like best men who lose rings
Or anti-monarchy countries that choose kings
Shoe-string budget - product - love it - covet? - nothing!
Underdogs shunning overdubbing
Got enough to buy grain, but still we shine shoes
Our combined aim is to redefine whose
Really raising the stakes and blazing the trails
Lacing basic breaks with an amazing tale
Inspired raps don't require maps
Carnivores consume entire yaks
And I admire that

Stay on the wet gravel path of old rubble
Grasping the neck of the battered coal shovel
The spines of November's leaves in the snow
Dead unicorn trees have no reason to grow
Bad time of year to unearth the sleeper
Most get discarded but this one's a keeper
My shoulders oaooww I'm digging too fast
It's colder now, I swig from the flask

Hallways and bedrooms I see your
Portrait, the body I grieve for

Unearthing relics of a former person
Un-alien before their subterranean immersion
Fingers in the dirt search for purpose
Trace each molecule to outer universes
Amounts to this the previous exists
Watch the past, the future is sparse
Pieces yet to click and fix
And stick together as a solid
So compared with before
What's coming is pretty horrid
Recycled can't help but feel entitled to a recall
Particles at starting points proceeding in freefall
I'm weeding, the trees fall
I'm bleeding from sweet sores
The tally has piled up exceeding my cheat score
With contemplation the council has turned
We'll be out the building by the time the housel have stirred
I'm hauling a weight that’s countless in worth
And all that it takes is a mouthful of dirt

Bones clutch gristle
Stones touch thistles
Digits freezing
Rigid wheezing
Crowbar scraping
Old heart aching
Locks are breaking
Box awaken

Always so happy to see me
Doll face he grins when he greets me

I climb in the coffin, hope nobodies watching
The body is rotting and moldy
I lie in the coffin, hope nobodies watching
The body that's rotten says 'hold me'
I lie in the coffin, hope nobodies watching
Our bodies are locking so coldly
I lie in the coffin, hopes nobodies watching
The body that's rotting;
It's the old me

x-ray specs, the next day, insects
x-ray specs, the next day, ohh!

blow the speakers, sound the warning
days of doomy dusty cloud

through the portal, the sound of mourning
looks like you might trust me now

when the fear is fostered it festers faster
your posture pestered the plaster
the monster messed the master
and that's disaster!

x-ray specs, the next day, insects
x-ray specs, the next day, ohh!

call me gloomy super villain
beardy Kasporovy  scowl

Welcome to the Afterfuture
Yah will pardon blood guilt now

xray specs, the next day insects
xray specs, the next day OOH!