The Rest from Axioms by CRYM
Tracklist
| 11. | The Rest | 3:23 |
Lyrics
I’m that bird that didn’t fly south
I generate thermal stability with the couplets erupting from my mouth
And sit beneath the constant water droplet ‘till the room floods
Baptized by Old Faithful’s retarded cousin, take a huge gulp
And spit a hundred billion vital molecules plus light diffraction
Over shame parade brigades to match their rainbow badges
We smoke that chicken soup for the soul out of colorful bowls
For every soul embodied my posse dug a new hole
My brush strokes cut throats, lyrics don’t touch most
Ashes in the air, embers fresh from the duck roast
You versus me is the Titanic against a tugboat
I unexpectedly survive and you steroidal thugs wont
So kill the urban legends like Jimmy Henchman, peasant
Or you’ll be staring down Dick Cheney’s weapon, questioning friendships
I haven’t slept in days, that mental sedative
That draped my reality in a faithful daze is getting thin
My heart clenches pumping tap water, recycled with the get and give
Selections fall like Tetris figures, I’m through accepting this
Inspection kills the particles that function sans scrutiny
My lectures purge barnacles that clung to the last eulogy
Used to be populating populating uselessly, foolishly
Abuse an opportunity, never that, bafoonery
Soon to be undisputably bigger than stupid with jewelry
Dubiously say I, praying high, but futilely
Sooner be in the biography section penning alternate endings
And chuckling condescending at topics trending
So what I don’t have distribution, I’ll have your district moving
Step aside, empty-eyed mouth breathing institution
My astronomy don’t recognize your nebulous ignominy
My economy has no sector for you as a commodity
Your progeny propagates problems, I scribble solutions
In conclusion, you table salt of the earth dissipate movement
I’m a time traveler in training, I can get in it, on it, over it
And out of it, I just haven’t figured out how to move through it
But I’m not stupid, I reverse time and emit so much suet
That they’ll have to start equating me to fewmets and sewage
I’m the shit and the colon, I’m the kid that goes bowling
And doesn’t so much as cough when I smell the gun smoking
Only joking, don’t go and get your fallopians in a twist
Like Joe Rogan I factor fear and foil perpetual optimists
The tension in your shoulders cries for tender firm mysoginistic
Entitlement, how dare I ever ask you what the problem is
Uncommon insight from looking inward my whole life
Standing with the trees and snowflakes watching you load dice
Ponder your purpose and propose what you’re protecting
‘Cause what I spit is not the truth, it’s just another perspective
Collectively wreck ships, we run life boat companies!
I’m a monster, that must be why so many turn and run from me
My crystal stair shattered under my combination of avarice
Ambition, potential and plain old fucking flabbiness
But happiness ain’t a feminine finger beckoning hither
To me she’s a regular sister, inevitably I’ll miss her
When she’s off making the rounds with twice-checked lists clutched
Sometimes we argue when she visits, I raise my voice and hit the
Bottle against the bar, my limbs are limp and now I’m ready
To wrap myself in repose, the rhythm’s slow and steady
So I smile ‘cause that sample is is sweet and that line killed it
The world is here for me, I just have to take the blocks and build it
