Rabies (Instrumental)

歌詞

Hey warm cider, barn full of spiders Orange moon, starry night, particle exciters In a pageant rivaled only by the origin of fire Now add an organism from alternative environs A dozen pair of cartoon eyes in a thicket To see a neophyte get sliced into ribbons Some here to pick lice off each other and assimilate Duck a suit troubleshoot his moody user interface Chewing suckerproof flew to fully disengage Float his only vanishing point away from the picture plane Go to where the radio trails off And people catch rabies on the way to their mailbox Under a sideways rain cornering the briar Still pull a broadsword from a hoarded synthesizer Nap in a hole in a tree Cat leaving voles at my feet Talking Master P, memory foam everything Jettison the rest and roulette us a new trajectory Spinal Tap eleven, tapping resin out the evergreen Designated dark horse, headless independently Sidewalks end with ponds and frog eggs Buried bones in his very own blurry sasquatch vids Led light fueled ants to a hot lens Eight o clock kittens vs cobwebs; fight Maps won't work here Ice over bittersweet nightshade Antlers rise from his migraine Shred or die; life's strange How do you identify? Knew it from a (?) or peckish with a Vespertine Me? I'm pretty useless Til the roof is painted Gemini to set him free Eat his own body weight in genocide Who came back a decorated dog of war Who wants more though he currently stuck in the dog door Additionally, "dog" isn't even his final form Just a period between greenhorn and hyperion Peer into the eye of a primordial experience Portamento warriors and unforgiving wilderness Borderline ethereal noah's ark roll tone Add a little up high downlow too slow Found acquaintances a pain to babysit So he gave away his shit and gave 'em all the slip Now pets hit the ceiling when the wind blows Fish float belly up song birds crash in the windows Swizzle apple cider vinegar and dish soap Suicide flies take dips in the killzone Still shuffle through a stack of old photos Taken before the vericose verified chronos I don't know it feels weird I'd rather feed an apple to a deer I might've heard something in the walls Could've been voices Could've been claws Could've been the rebel yell Or something more involved Pounding on the front door and standing on the lawn like "What up?" Ain't shit