Commencement [at the Obedience Academy]

I fell asleep again i wasn't ready for it yo

The harvest appeared less plentiful
Than last season
I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked
A stroke of tardy planting
And the crops we'd
Have harnessed mid-November
Had only brushed the blossom bracket
Then soon sacrificed lives to icicle
Jackets when the frost hit
I sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses
With a plan to tunnel past after
The rains have run their courses but alas
The portrait's of these frostbit corpses
Tortured in the grass
Offered this torch supporter one
Tall glass of nauseous
And I'm asking you: Why's the
Spy supply hiding in strangers
When they know atop the food chains
I could spot biters for acres?
Now be gracious
These minstrels turn a bully cycle civil
By dissolving the candy coated image
Down to the pixels
The upbringing of self-styled
Freedom brigade investors
And their studies connecting one hit
Wonders with dust collectors puts it down
It's down beneath your sappy sing-a-longs
Let's take it further down
We'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on
Nova the elders took positions and
The fans marched parched, plain and steamed
Hawking the rain in my canteen
Now I'm like point:
I guess I could spare a splash
For a couple of heads counterpoint:
During my famine I never got broke your bread
Well, equation of intrigue, yes, yes
Lemme fence sit for a bit
These tense lips need soaking before
I hand out tokens shut the fuck up
Drama like kabuki with a heart of dirt
Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth
It hurts

Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the
Dust storm hovers i milk my habitat for
Almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't
Fill this pitfall in my gut
Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the
Dust storm hovers
I'm tryin' to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why
I'm touring with this warning

Crowning the glory of our advance
Fire ants to water beetles
These Freemasons adjacent to pacing
Pins and needles pupil turned pedagogue
Benediction to my dream
Beaming a billion bottle rockets
Off the golden mezzanine check it
I'll pluck the petals off a classic
Blood rose one at a time
Gripping the stem in the right invite the
Thorns to dig up in my lifeline
It's a metaphor for nighttime
Ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
To salute the moon above paradise
Lost and you're a spectator, stringent
Inch by sacred inch shoveling coal
Into my earthworm soul (You should know)
Burrow up through the dirt with bloody digit
Lick my knuckles clean
Noting the corporate clusters holding hands
'round the abode of the damned
Now what's your poison?
Starlight in a maser with a nicotine chaser
Sip it clean
Savor the taste to sit and dream later:
The eyelids pivot back upon the hinges
20 miles across the glassy eyed window
Of wonders to passers by
Now I'm 6 foot 4 with a
6-floor walk up just to recline
With no free time the alarm storms at nine
My daytime's on some, 'Yes, sir ok
Sir right away sir
Sir, do you mind if I breathe, sir?
Oh you do? Well excuse me, sir, fuck you'
I breathe slow
I run in with these fantastic amalgams
Painting casket-bound careers to peers
Gunning with classic albums
Security's the javelin, catch it labor
Clocked in in '76 and haven't
Clocked out ever since

Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the
Dust storm hovers i milk my habitat for
Almost everything I want
Sometimes I take it all and still can't
Fill this pitfall in my gut
Must not sleep must warn others
Trust blocks creep where the
Dust storm hovers
I'm tryin' to walk on top of sunshine
But it's ridiculous at times that's why
I'm touring with this warning

Feel it, it's like that