Lyrics to Down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Parcel the freak
Discombobble the speeding author
An obelisk hasn’t speech
Ostrich head in the beach
Dune bassoon typhoon swoon
Head heavy in june
Too weak to play the spoons
To laugh, to save duress
Caress the sides, before the topsoil spoils
The seeds that’s unboiled
Sun sprouted we uncoiled
Like tongues from snakes
That sung—lungs hung from drapes
Encased in dust and silk husks
That hush when wind brush
The touch of skin rush—the blood blush
Like tension in terse verse
Like needles in church
When pins drop
And language weaves—waves my ankles
Soothsay my thank yous’
Embrace the distant taste
And grace air
Waltz the fair stair of light
Fire stare—bare my life
Carried on beyond the unawares at night
Between the dawn of wrong and right
Magic magic magic men
Waiting their new recital
Second pageant for the masochist title
Fire breathing dragon revival
No bible to read
No idol to rival
Second chances leave an atrophic cycle
Open ended open descended
Hoping to finish
Holding repentance
Lotus diminished in blossoming sides
Circumvent opposite eye
Purpose unspeakable why?
Circus of human disguise
Unattended is fervent with grime — serviced to lie
Face down in dirty water
Under you, hollow oddities — resurface
Bloated, lack of sleep
Turns pressure to freeze
Forcibly lessening greed by turning their flesh tone to green
Motioning handless ennui
Bravery labeled as weak
Weaning themselves from the teet
Milk by the ounce, more precious than sound
Vision is doubt to pensive new listeners now
Voicing their cries sensing the ground
Moistening eyes, without a sound
Recycling frowns
With all the what? what?
What’s that?
Inner light
In a mic i might write viral sets
No viruses tread light to shoot you
What cynical way to do sentiments play to prove true?
What venomous names do Judases take to break you?
Madeline, Casenite, Adenite night night night night
My body leaves me, weightless
On borrowed time and patience
Crack my bones when i awaken
Headphones received my cadence
When i travel on my spaceship
Leads me closer to the sunshine
Unwind, in a pencil tip — blind
Systemic misery climb
The birth of surgery
Verse vertical serptine
Moss litters the mezzanine, off-white
As a cyclical birth rite
The physical earth
Divide by vision of church
As my religion is dirt
What is my vision of worth?
The self-effacing inert
Canvasing gaseous asserts
Itself un-bastioned
It’s passion, radical, madness
Rhyme, lesioned and asterisked
Time, seizured and gastric
Mind, evilly angled
Truth, fetally strangled
Roots and coal
Dust soot loops and holes
Rust and gold
Barefoot trooping home
Flutes and flows
Rare teeth leeks and beets
The hair of the fog
The lair of speech
What? what?
What’s that?
Inner light
In a mic i might write viral sets
No viruses tread light to shoot you
What cynical way to do sentiments play to prove true?
What venomous names do Judases take to break you?
Madeline, Casenite, Adenite night night night night
Down
Down, down, down
Down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Parcel the freak
Discombobble the speeding author
An obelisk hasn’t speech
Ostrich head in the beach
Dune bassoon typhoon swoon
Head heavy in june
Too weak to play the spoons
To laugh, to save duress
Caress the sides, before the topsoil spoils
The seeds that’s unboiled
Sun sprouted we uncoiled
Like tongues from snakes
That sung—lungs hung from drapes
Encased in dust and silk husks
That hush when wind brush
The touch of skin rush—the blood blush
Like tension in terse verse
Like needles in church
When pins drop
And language weaves—waves my ankles
Soothsay my thank yous’
Embrace the distant taste
And grace air
Waltz the fair stair of light
Fire stare—bare my life
Carried on beyond the unawares at night
Between the dawn of wrong and right
Magic magic magic men
Waiting their new recital
Second pageant for the masochist title
Fire breathing dragon revival
No bible to read
No idol to rival
Second chances leave an atrophic cycle
Open ended open descended
Hoping to finish
Holding repentance
Lotus diminished in blossoming sides
Circumvent opposite eye
Purpose unspeakable why?
Circus of human disguise
Unattended is fervent with grime — serviced to lie
Face down in dirty water
Under you, hollow oddities — resurface
Bloated, lack of sleep
Turns pressure to freeze
Forcibly lessening greed by turning their flesh tone to green
Motioning handless ennui
Bravery labeled as weak
Weaning themselves from the teet
Milk by the ounce, more precious than sound
Vision is doubt to pensive new listeners now
Voicing their cries sensing the ground
Moistening eyes, without a sound
Recycling frowns
With all the what? what?
What’s that?
Inner light
In a mic i might write viral sets
No viruses tread light to shoot you
What cynical way to do sentiments play to prove true?
What venomous names do Judases take to break you?
Madeline, Casenite, Adenite night night night night
My body leaves me, weightless
On borrowed time and patience
Crack my bones when i awaken
Headphones received my cadence
When i travel on my spaceship
Leads me closer to the sunshine
Unwind, in a pencil tip — blind
Systemic misery climb
The birth of surgery
Verse vertical serptine
Moss litters the mezzanine, off-white
As a cyclical birth rite
The physical earth
Divide by vision of church
As my religion is dirt
What is my vision of worth?
The self-effacing inert
Canvasing gaseous asserts
Itself un-bastioned
It’s passion, radical, madness
Rhyme, lesioned and asterisked
Time, seizured and gastric
Mind, evilly angled
Truth, fetally strangled
Roots and coal
Dust soot loops and holes
Rust and gold
Barefoot trooping home
Flutes and flows
Rare teeth leeks and beets
The hair of the fog
The lair of speech
What? what?
What’s that?
Inner light
In a mic i might write viral sets
No viruses tread light to shoot you
What cynical way to do sentiments play to prove true?
What venomous names do Judases take to break you?
Madeline, Casenite, Adenite night night night night
Down
Down, down, down
Down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
