Skelter

Why’s the sky spit in my face every morning
Check a dm from the sun that I’ve been ignoring
Staying low by the eye that always been assuring
That it’s seeing pre the creeping
I’ve been trying to be better
Can’t stop myself from yawning surrounded by these sweaters
Enchant my health from falling
Dry ice from elixir
Ami stardog on the shelf
Perfect mixer for the fixer that’s trying to forget
Trance through storms and yet never feel the wet
Regrets
And debts
Social financial regress
Jump of a shallow pool diving stool
To get ends met
I see you’re uncomfortable can’t stay sitting in your place
Breathe another month of bullshit dripping from your face
Chomping at the bit
Chew your life into paste
Brother ghoul in the mirror licking lips to the taste
This is the moment when I clock that I’m plastered
Final component before I finish off the bastard
Secret ingredients
You’re peeking what coincidence
I only roll with love when tapped into tranquilence
Dash to conclusions
When I mash their illusions
Societal collusion now you’re judging what we’re choosing
Brain tipped out
Drained throughout
Ears cranking the smoking out
Lay by the burning crown love your burial ground
Watching waves crash
My pleasure never craves cash
Weather changing hard
Sitting in caves on the lash
No Ritalin to bring me in
No manager is managing
So passenger to pass me to nurse when it’s happening
Watch the sun come up solo chilling on the rocks
On the hill see the glow-yo in the sky sweep across
Stare at rays to hypnotize
Sippin’ days poured over ice
Tripping fucking thrice drip like the 3 blind mice
Hickory Dickory
Smoked out time trickling
Down the clock so fickely
Run amok rot sicken me
Victory is only caught complicity
Most toast crossing coasts to their psycho cemetery
From plane to plane flying here to heaven
See em weathered in the rain putting up a fight
Primed for flight no more than a mile a night
Deploring whilst pouring watching beetles and mites
What kind of sick mood do I have to be in?
What kind of mix should I be digging in
I bring it in but fiddling
With the way I riddling
Blast the middle in
But I’m still about to fucking drop-in
From a pipe dreamer
To a half pipe sweeper
Watch from where the logs fell by the mariner
Hopscotching through your brain like your drowning in creamer
Boy I’m still unexpected like a young John Cena
Seeing nothing’s soothing
Creeping deliriously
Glance to a mirror but I seriously barely see me rarely curiously question furiously
Foresee my self-change from a left to a right-click
Ingrain the strange or commit to being a sidekick
Ignored so why stick when I could emit sick
Until every drop of hate wasted finally gets tasted
Keep falling slipping down
Down the helta skelter
An appalling tripping town to keep em crawling where the meant to
Where the harder you climb is the longer you fall
A disaster to find and present to all
In placenta we crawl and yet still forgetting birth
End up getting drowned
Getting boiled on behalf of the earth