Salt

[Verse 1] Severe cold, stare at the code Keep a small circle like a deer in a scope Let me clear my throat (Let me clear my throat) Pocketful of rocket fuel and pyramid stones Invoke a spirit from the parallel Appearing as unwelcome news That drag you to the shadow realm And back for show and tell at school Promising a future more bedraggled than bedazzled When, "It isn't you, it's me," began the dagger to the scabbard Free snake tats, plays on train tracks Dorm like a door to Hell, the doorbell plays Taps Born inside a ring of baffled demonologists A casualty of otherness, what the fuck's an olive branch? Rats as big as cattle sent to Babylon convulsing The home sweet home that sees you as bag of hostile protein While I do believe that you believe you're adding to the magic of the motif Homie, all I hear is, "Dad, I want a pony" Fuck the police, I'm floating out with the Camazotz Property of nada, runs on Trompe le Monde and Otter Pops Roger that, cobblestone beyond the common polygraph His middle fingers wear little safari hats Chainsaw shave in the house of a thousand tonics They're magic if you need a cure for lack of sour vomit Son, it's not a thing Everywhere I go, I call to make sure there's a fog machine Posse up and follow the anomalies [Chorus] That's a unique wind Spun a whip out in the snow Really ain't got shit Your condition is not a condition we know Maximum effect Maximum effect [Verse 2] The rats are back and built their own ship They're backstroking faster than the old ship A rat's a rat, it scatters, that's like its magic power The bowing out it when your house is being smashed to powder Ping in the rubble, located burning his bacon Ravens deliver him trinketry in eternal damnation I make disturbing the stasis a game to beat when the mania boils Even the days when the pavement's keeping his platelets employed Stole an ox on occasion I go through wands too quickly to name 'em Okay I'll name one, it's the rod of fuck the nonsense A basic wave and nod'll turn bravado into fondant We slalom from beyond the wildly oscillating compass Whether you connect the dots or not is truly not my problem Familiar with the color of permanent cloud cover Though I've heard there might be others, I'll buy it when it buffers Until then a dry and lifeless pile of, "Whys?" and, "Ay carambas" In a bubble watching dumpster fires multiply in numbers I know that fear and love and death and pride and romance hold you by your Chukkas Though it's unclear what some closure might encompass A bid to visit symmetry from civil war and swim ashore Sob story same as yours, but a little more, ha I'm in the alley pacing, I'm skirting curtain call I make my hospital corners in a circle of salt [Chorus] That's a unique prayer Pretty nervous on the low Only came up for air You condition is not a condition we know