Abandoned Malls

[Verse 1] I was staring off into the water Looking for some undiscovered colors Like a blue that really wasn't, but it wasn’t any others The synesthetic cousin to the hum of his discomfort I been a punching bag for some truly deluded garbage Now his handshake is a unicorn, his hug a moving target Dark days either sparing change for the square pegs Or in his fav chair sipping on bear mace Tripping through his daymare, marathoning monster flicks Zombie in the stale air, logging his Hayashi pics I been trying to teach your kid to ollie She got the basic motion and glow when she show her mommy I get they want the hows and whеns of water cooler powder kеgs That shit that get your saintly favorites ousted from the power grid I know I know some shit about some shit I guess that gotcha gossip simply isn't part of how I live [Chorus] Skin cold to the touch Eyes open, no pulse Diagnosis in flux [Verse 2] Traffic in a mad world Mad world, whereupon Often times the body spits the spirit out and carries on To engineer some semblance of a normal life, yours and mine Then of course it's normalcy where paranormal’s normalized Normal is a phantom force that levitates the forks and knives Or otherworldly parasites that quarrel over portion size Hit the floor and you could be the next unfriendly energy to organize Ordering corpses into the chorus line Best friends and death beds Red cents, and headwinds vs one man who's ten men I bubble to the surface legendarily imperfect Purging Slurpee from a head that turns incessantly in circles, it's concerning My psychic likes to focus on a orb And tell me how she sees me coming home to goldfish on the floor, in perpetuity I been sleeping in my armchair, taking weird walks, and speaking to folk who aren't there [Chorus] Skin cold to the touch Eyes open, no pulse Diagnosis in flux [Verse 3] The same alleys we used to imagine Babylon Feel like abandoned malls overgrown with Spanish moss Commotion froze in time with no sign of your lamb of god It's a land of the lost, scrambling for canned applause Damnit, rip the bandage off, rant or panic if you must Any way you manage it, the plan was always pick the cuffs, eventually Fixtures who were questionably prisoners, and ventured out Now we're never anything but visitors Spent the winter sitting pretty on a sleigh to hell Ok to look away if you need to forsake and save yourself It's underneath what's underneath the dungeon That layer of dysfunction, that ain’t for the weak of stomach I freak an Archeology that reek of repercussion If you need to pick some pieces up come dig a hole to jump in Light sleeper, I’m a fighter, I'm a feeder Earth, wind, fire, water, aether [Chorus] Skin cold to the touch Eyes open, no pulse Diagnosis in flux