Gauze

[Intro]

Some of you know me already

Those of you who don't, you're in for a great big fucking surprise

For those of you who do can expect an infinitely more horrible time than they care to remember

[Verse 1]

I drag in the cat that drag in the conversation piece

Yahweh-forsaken elite, hemlock in the pot every day of the week, I'm a lot

Reach in, even the odds or evolve into mystery meat for the broth, who's еatin'?

Scream for his mom all evening, moxiе a seasonal fog

Palmful of grease, skied through "Keep Out" signage

Weed in his sock, beacon of snot

Knee-deep evil to plot through a fever, maid threw his Rod of Asclepius out

Spring and bell exploding through my Polartec

Got a soul and vessel, don't coalesce

Got a nosy compulsion to overstep

I write 8-bit maps for the so depressed

From the croc in the moat to the gold in the chest

Notice I don't program any actual way to progress

To convey an effect

Hot Vinyasa to bated breath

That fray, that plague, that bayonet

That hate, that face of death

That all-in together, I'm afraid that train has left

I ain't wade through bullshit or baby step

Pop off into flesh, no beta test

I bump Raising Hell, I make raisin bread

Raised on wolf's milk and Eraserhead

I'm all good

Quietly hacking away at a hideous riff on the formula

What is the work if it isn't a ticket to slip into vivid euphoria?

Huh?

(You know we're being watched)

(You know we're being watched)

[Chorus]

I brought gauze

Two kind of knives

Carrots for the horse

Tie his own flies

If you're coming, bring soap

Something for the cough

A million feet of rope

Maybe more gauze

[Verse 2]

(One, two three four)

Ayy, grey beard, wayward

Parade wave and vacate the framework

Phased out, trade for blank tapes and bait worms, eek

Ease in the weeds, no safe word, K?

No kayfabe, all true tales from the pay grade

Heavy on malaise and away games

The tiptoe tailed by a trail of craters

I am way too Canis Major, et tus?

Let me guess, you tout the brave few

Then make Jesus take the wheel by day two

I don't really pander or plan to behave

If the police sketches a hand from the grave, unholy

Don't luminol the upholstery

His poor old Nonna would roll on her rosary, I know

I go from a homie to bogey and ghost

I'm sorry if you know me as both

I still float hearts from the haystack

I give free hugs in a plague mask

I don't trust none of y'all's love to be more than a cheap toy gun with a bang flag

Ayy, sultan of simple fare

No lie, roll by, we can lick the air

It's an appeasement gesture, not a rib tip rare

But the bistro don't split silver hairs

I made peace with a lot, but a lot of it sits

Still, genuine props on the bottomless pit

Backseat drive with a lazy drawl

I don't aim to please, I don't aim at all, I'm okay

Actively seeking to underdevelop his sentimentality

Why am I here if it isn't effectively cutting the hellions out of me, huh?

(You know we're being watched)

(You know we're being watched)

[Chorus]

I brought gauze

Half a dozen flares

Couple clean jars

Strike anywheres

If you're coming, bring fuel

Map of the stars

Any canned food

Maybe more gauze

[Outro]

See? I got a rope

A camping knife with an itsy-bitsy fork and spoon

And a place to hang my canteen