Sittlichkeit Lyrics

Thought spherical
Thought spherical, cadence of miracles
Tomb exhumed and I come out creeping like brother [?]
Quiet conniptions, a lighter, some Winstons
Handful of blackberries and a Meyer lemon
The wire hit as I watched the body repose
Same night Kamasi played the Hollywood Bowl
Sputter with rage, abreast the new laws
Governing decay as my teeth fall

It didn't make sense like collecting used band-aids
I don't like people, all my problems are man-made
It didn't make sense like collecting used band-aids
I don't like people, all my problems is man-made

Pressure building and the pipe broke
Gust of wind up on the tightrope
All this on the search for the right note
Things get clogged like crosswalks and heart chakras
Dreams get stubbed like pinky toes
I find myself leaking prose by the puddle
Out of town for some tulips, truffles
Thinking on stilts, smart [?] flex
Pig iron complex, rom-com sex
Shivering in a mild winter
Apostate stumbles
Aisles of files and cabinets
Alphabetized, almost ascendance
And of course the lens of the big eye seems to never not be on me

It didn't make sense like collecting used band-aids
I don't like people, all my problems is man-made
Didn't make sense like collecting used band-aids
I don't like people, all my problems is man-made

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