Letra de Jumpscare
Rag-doll playing dead
Rabid dog in the yard
Car won't start
Rabid dog in the yard
Car won't start
It's [?]
Daddy long legs stride your home like Cecil Rhodes
Death poems folded in breast pocket in my bed clothes
It's a dark roll, but it ain't no accidents
No coincidences it's all praxis
Some drove, some crawled some ran glancing backwards
Some ran ravenous
Tender is the flesh, slender imaginary friends
This winter, you'll eat to live
Summer, heat blew the grid
Rabid dog in the yard, car won't start
Rag-doll playing dead
One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the natives work to piss
Where you don't eat the fish
One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the planes and ships sit
It's a grip
The vaccinations was TB and whooping cough
Looping, looping thoughts
Morose villages queuing the sun ouroboros
From the church pews you could see the deep blue of the coast
Fresh green wood burned blue
Those who can see appearing in smoke
The dead don't speak to the living
Something not for us to know
The dead drift like empty boats
My people fled to the mountain but there's nowhere the white man won't go
One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the natives work to piss
And you don't eat the shit
One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the planes and ship sit
It's a grip
It's a grip
One strip of...
The English language is violence
I hot-wired it
I got a hold of the masters tools and got dialed in
I'm downwind with the drop
I'm Deng Xiaoping smoking oil in the wok
I'm caught
History is a snare
Struggling, rope ever more taut
On my death bed chuckling about all that time I bought
Afrofuturist Acura Legend on the cinderblocks
But I bet if you toggle the wipers with all 4 doors locked it would still be like
Voila!
A horrid sight
The blackest gnome
Daddy long legs stride your home like Cecil Rhodes
Death poems folded in breast pocket in my bed clothes
It's a dark roll, but it ain't no accidents
No coincidences it's all praxis
Some drove, some crawled some ran glancing backwards
Some ran ravenous
Tender is the flesh, slender imaginary friends
This winter, you'll eat to live
Summer, heat blew the grid
Rabid dog in the yard, car won't start
Rag-doll playing dead
One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the natives work to piss
Where you don't eat the fish
One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the planes and ships sit
It's a grip
The vaccinations was TB and whooping cough
Looping, looping thoughts
Morose villages queuing the sun ouroboros
From the church pews you could see the deep blue of the coast
Fresh green wood burned blue
Those who can see appearing in smoke
The dead don't speak to the living
Something not for us to know
The dead drift like empty boats
My people fled to the mountain but there's nowhere the white man won't go
One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the natives work to piss
And you don't eat the shit
One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the planes and ship sit
It's a grip
It's a grip
One strip of...
The English language is violence
I hot-wired it
I got a hold of the masters tools and got dialed in
I'm downwind with the drop
I'm Deng Xiaoping smoking oil in the wok
I'm caught
History is a snare
Struggling, rope ever more taut
On my death bed chuckling about all that time I bought
Afrofuturist Acura Legend on the cinderblocks
But I bet if you toggle the wipers with all 4 doors locked it would still be like
Voila!
A horrid sight
The blackest gnome
