Black Plums

[Verse 1]

Black plums getting fatter every summer

Half us in the cabinet getting sadder every upper

Classic outdoorsmen scratching 'panic' on the cave walls

Strays out front, but, plums like baseballs

Plucked from the arms of the earth, hellfire at the school

How are you on about some garden dessert?

I’m in the cradle of craters same as your boot in the trench

Defending everything from something, plum juice on my chin

Good in whatevеr the newest abandonеd shoe in his web

They hit that sticky thread or sled into a foot of cement

For every bullet I have caught in my teeth

I earn the privilege of a trip to be in awe of the tree

A hundred years in the future I bet some photo exists

Of some historic moment happening somewhere close to the crib

Maybe some heavenly zealot yelling and wielding a piece

And there I am in the back enjoying that seasonal treat

Oblivious and doing my version of smelling a rose

Stupid look on my face, I am never in Vogue

I was probably in my head about the essence of hope

Taking a second to effectively connect with the whole

Look, ever since a kid invisibility important

I been dipping out the lobby, body painted brick and mortar

Tryin to pick up on a pattern in the numbers

Like, black plums getting fatter every summer

[Chorus]

I’m a particle - a minute quantity of matter

The least possible amount of data

I’m a passenger - a rogue awol from the course

In the field, something dark at the wheel, I'm ultimately a tourist

[Verse 2]

Panic invictus, damage all indexed

Granted, there is no real standardized litmus

One man’s damage is part of another’s rituals

Pick one: hindsight or eyes like pinwheels

Well, acceleration’s only half the magic

When there's looking like you’re doing 60 doing 5 in traffic

The county’s slowest roller half the time I’m going backwards

How I’m always there before you ain’t a scientific matter

If you pick a lane, see if you could be the truth

For 30 seconds turn the shortcut to the scenic route

Piece of cake, show me what your godspeed reads like

Olives by the river under osprey in obscene light

Black plums getting fatter in the meantime

A/B ‘em with a different time sweet time

How it both beefed-up and yet refined

Even hyenas seen reaching for the tree-line

Lions turn vegan, carnivores tend to the plants

Vampires make jellies and jams

It’s a pillar of the still life, steady the hand

Land the pit a couple inches from your head in the sand

Act 1, wait for the sun

Act 2, same with the water

Act 3 is the summoning of the mother

Out to counter any blood pressure upper one could suffer

Black plums, pie crust, flour, sugar, butter, I'm a…

[Chorus]

I’m a particle - a minute quantity of matter

The least possible amount of data

I’m a passenger - a rogue awol from the course

In the field, something dark at the wheel, I'm ultimately a tourist