Marble Cake

[Intro]

Come on

[Verse 1]

Born garbage day, warden of the shawarma plate

Fork a naked eye, and trade survival tips with tardigrades

Ephemera burning where the morning look like haunted marble cake

Parkas and pajama pants, I'm part of what don't march-in-place

I'm partial to the closest roving pack of gnashing gums

Smoking out the local protein, brokering the rabbit punch

I'm broken, fuck a focus group, fuck your folk, and Toto too

The produce of a pencil-neck who never met a social cue

Eye of the archfiend, appetite for alpha dogs

Step into the party with a killing jar and shadow box

Like "Who invited acid wash?", I'm shopping for the mantelpiece

Overkill is catalogued and crammed into banana leaves

Polaroids around him like a visit from the Vantablack

Miniatures in Biggie shirts and minutes that he can't get back

It isn't just gorillas in a camera trap, it triggers

The history pack a little aftermath in every image

Look

[Chorus]

I should paint a eye on the front door

I should tell time by the sun more

I want a flaming arrow shot into a creeping raft

I'm kidding I just want the cheapest shit you people have

It's no thing

[Verse 2]

No displayed blazonry, unmistakably mutinous

The mood is disillusionment, shit, even Cindy Lou Who quit

I'm super stupid, future looking tuna fish and suture kit

In route to mute the TV and a view without a boot to lick

Bruised at the nucleus and drooling through the bells of war

Meet the neighbors when your resume is "skeleton-with-oar"

"Ummm, that's really cool your poodle made the paper"

Let's keep it at shoes in a elevator

He's a hat and coat, floating with no discernible visage

The villains turn to their homies who mostly turn into crickets

I'm part of a larger ghosting, I go to work with the wizards

Who already voted homecoming theme as a burning village

The damn shame campaign pivot when you in the field

Thinning blood and newly surfacing disorder, spin the wheel

Feeders out to slow the roll, reaper on the protocol

People you confide in will be spotted eating rodents whole

[Chorus]

I should hang a skull on the side door

I should drink water from the sky more

I want a thousand lanterns drifting on a summers wind

I'm only joking, y'all can feed me to the fucking pigs

It's no thing

[Verse 3]

Marshmallows over magma from the mantle has been cancelled

How snappy can you adequately scaffold?

Happy canvassing the neighborhoods I'll never take advantage of his patron

As a patient they are plays to be a phantom of

Nan under the bandages, examine 'til he vanishes

I don't feel a social pull to show the wolves where grandma lives

I find deliverance from evil either in a sedentary binge

Or spring interning with the cemetery winds

No stacked sash or accolades from authority

The backstory gets all back-into-a-corner-y

Abuses in the feeding tube, that circle back to eat at you

Bacteria that tip the hat, adversity that gleam the cube

It's tit for tat with slippery aristocrats who pity cops

And brilliant rats who find the grit to slip out of the Skinner box

The moat's supposed to keep the rivals out

The calls are coming from inside the house

[Chorus]

I should nail boards to the back door

I should feed squirrels from my hand more

I want to meet the maker in a proper suit and shoes

I'm lying, let 'em find the body with the loot removed

It's no thing