Decomposure - Island lyrics

Blessed is the apple cored: two dozen slices packaged, each one sold Blessed are the buyers' notes: divorcing knives from the affordable Blessed are the vendors' stores: heaven unrolls, each mile collecting toll Blessed is the oneway road: an apple cut cannot again be whole The seers shout from their towers, ‘everything is infinite' Pray you don't find they're wrong, for you'll be hanged for telling it The earth is a lonely island We have been steady drinking our own urine for far too long We've heard the story time and time again We've seen the ending and know we deserve it when it comes home Turn your costumes up Remove your voicebox and roll it smooth on the counter The second law of thermodynamics sends your eyes on a tapdance Every moment on call, forever on the precipice Can you decide an upsidedown teardrop written in blank numeric verse? Decision points, thumbnails held open with alligator clips Sinking slick ships riding black waves of the unobservable past Come on, ashes - lick your chapped lips and pout for fashion Vanity veins and sunrise There's a white backdrop waiting to powerclip our hope in Whatever's in the cup, you can find someone to drink it and say it's delicious Starcrossed gla**es banging pots in the kitchen The laff track swells, john galt peeking under the shells The future isn't coming so we're turning to salt Injected in our necks like antiradiation medication Fauxconscious rappers with their ation rhymes selling taster's choice Couldn't struggle from their la-z-boys to answer the door When the poison made landfall. we cried “i wish there was a mainstream left, so i could hide in its meniscus Now all is edgeless, all is one hundred and ten percent My friends stripped and chatter pith down the river stored in a faraway grid Mined for primes and rare statistics Until they're formally replaced by scale replicas Stormfront to backstabber Gathering facts in baskets that trackback to themselves on white lather The light unravels while blackness hovers over the surface of the shallow The swallow shot for the gold ticket in its beak from the gallows Straining for the ground as they swung And we spin around the scene smooth and free The programmers have the camera; Does it matter without tension between real and imagined? Tragedy's skin deep to an avatar, avarice rentacar Observing is a hungry syringe Until you're peering through one red frame of old 3d gla**es It's so easy i don't care where it's from.” The angel of d**h peeled his eyelids off And placed two golden coin eyecups and mini tvs too in each socket Singing teenage dreams as bristling electricity for eternity While its bright thorny roots pushed through the back of his skull And spread like hotcakes generations wide Erecting trees without branch or leaf Impaling the conscience dreamers in flight Legs tight as a cramp in a dance routine Dogwhistles and moral hazards, so believable Can you hear their snaking chrome whispers spitting liquid smoke? I'm being followed Don't retreat, reload Grip the wheel and explode The end is within reach With a few more on the board From beyond the arc or slam dunk I hope you didn't need those arms Red dawn Swim to shore as it erodes Holla back when your bones show