The Bends

[Verse 1: Dessa]

Leave when the snow melts

On the first clear night

River runs deep

Walk against it

Walk 'til the Southern Cross peaks on the west edge

Of the brine lake at the dredged end

Ruts in the mud, then gravel, then a paved one

Left at the Amoco, right at the station

First train, wait

Take the second headed east

Window seat, pretty girl with the gold teeth

Has a hotel key with your name on it

Stay on it 'til the train hits the border in the morning

Duck the conductor, leave through the back door

Wait for my sign on the platform

Smoke on the skyline

Welcome to Delphi

They’ll come with questions

Answer what you can

Everybody knows the new oracle’s at hand

[Hook]

Oh, there probably ain’t another way

And I watch so amazed

And float through everyday

Hoping I don’t float away

That I don’t float away

[Verse 2: P.O.S.]

Cold world, no blanket

Uh, dark nights, no Batman, what up?

I keep a nail in the hand and a hammer on the nightstand

Locked in, no B-plan

Keep the mouth shut, let em stay lost

Radio up, radio off

Either no guts or it’s so what

Rather read up then trust my neck to the blood suck

Full moon, hand fulla silver bullets

High noon all day with these assholes

How soon is too soon to pull it when I doubt they count they paces at all?

So fly but took a bullet in the wax wing

So high but didn’t get the chance to melt

So tight how when he came down didn’t even look scared

Just eased on back into the veldt

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Sims]

The woods are deep

Fuckin' A, them woods are deep

I was drinking that cheap shit

To fall asleep

And really solely to hold my feet

Because these days I’ve been taking that heavy so lightly

That I might float away completely

In my psyche

I’m the natural man in a Black Friday stampede

LED murder spree for cheap

And the video screams, Worldstar War Z

I’m feeling dirty but feeling so good I just smile at the thieves

Fold up a note in the breeze

Cause I got a few miles to go before I concede

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Cecil]

You got it wrong, but you got it made

A lot of weight but you gotta wait for a lot of aid though

And I’m not a maid or amazed by the raise in your payroll

Ergo silence the offers

High-wire walkers, child actors

Ain’t vying for your father figure fodder

Otter out, we outta time, you outta line you lil Focker

Taut line from the dock to the Oscars

[Verse 5: Mike]

And I’m reading like a Rorschach

Hiding lines in my pantomime, allegory in a smirk

Where my eyes won’t take you my moves do that work, a nonverbal creep

Where the O.G's weep

Slide, slip, test glide

Connect like catching wreck like R-E-S-P-I-R-ation from the Westside

Now it’s strong in the Midwest in my own nation

Got a fam and we crewed up in sub-clans, no subjugation

With the wings and the chops

Put the beans in the pot

Like the seeds to the crop

Doomtree, No Kings, cut the top

Head em off at the neck, better off dead

Dead em all, better them than you, right?

Forever type shit

[Hook x2]