MAULERS

The minutes turn to seconds seconds feeling like how an hour lasts I write your name in a heart in the steam up on the shower glass I don't know how it started Far from arrival nearly departed At this point it's part of the cycle Seeing the airport more than my family More than anybody symbols on my head no teletubby Chop sticks teriyaki Burberry hanker-chief accessory Sensory overload clenched fists grinding maulers Love to say I told you so judge me from my style I know it Cause I ain't truly got one So cover my casket in some lighter Fluid on the day I pass away put me in it and please set fire to it Can't put me in no box for long like sneakerheads flipping stock Or claustrophobics squeezing in to Japanese sleeping pods Blood stains on my creased Sergio Tachini top One way ticket out of earth I'm off to go defeat your gods Da feet are resting in that seat so go find somewhere else Satans on her period I call that bloody hell Close your eyes for me And shut the fuck up Don't ruin the moment Spewing nonsense Close your eyes for me And shut the fuck up Don't ruin the moment Spewing nonsense Don't ruin it, no Don't ruin it, no Don't ruin it, no Don't ruin it, no