[Verse]
Bilking, cribbing, weightlifting first feelings
Ministering protocols, going on ten years of "hold my calls"
Yam-yielding, itching losing something
Sky, I'm doing buttons, want plaster for the glory hole
Forecaster and morning-colored smoking jacket
Hoarding half-hearted hustles as hobby
Spared or spread, scratchy boundaries
I kept hearing cloud bursts, John Hendrix in particular
Curse victor who don't consult with history
Somewhere in Sector Z6 Romulan, hmm (somewhere in Z)
Wanted for war crimes including orchestrated acts of sedition, hmm
Including orchestrated acts of sedition
You be tripping
Hmm, cascading style sheets, continue
Perfection is a haunt, stuttering to get it out
Like w-w-w-w-word is bond
Set it off by disagreeing with Lacan
Quickest way to get on is lickupon
Fuck a text, fuck your gaze, fuck this mass absurdity
Geiger counter in my hand, firepower on demand
Said, "Sunday, go to meeting time", the geek seemed hesitant
The tweet, read "please, freedom from rhetoric"
Fascism is fashion disaster, the tavern master
Pointing me out to Gideon's law keep
Like "There's Zwarte Piet right there"
Right there