Decomposure - Safety Scissors lyrics

Comfy pants (home alone confusing whitenoise with applause) Neon dance (clomping hooves all in time, call and response) Pumpkin smiles (if you don't have money, well, then i don't strip down) In packs or piles (the world is lost, they should include us now) It's all water under the sugar bridge anyhow Madly tapdancing until the time runs out While spamalot selling protest signs to cows Got my mojo maintaining regular business hours And i don't want to know where gravy comes out From the director Of the sequel Of the sequel Of the sequel Of the sequel Of the sequel Of the sequel Of the sequel Of the sequel Of the sequel Of the sequel Of the sequel to saw x It's... Safety scissors - my truth is fattening Rhymes with izzle - student demonstration time Pinkerton panther, phonevoice and matching Since you're paid for, it's store credit, no refund Hallelujah for a refreshing pepsi Hollow hands, blank books and waterwings Chase the seagull, k** it and walk away J. walter thompson, paint markers and camel legs It's plainly different when you're lit to cut teeth And trade blue for the spoon in your gums Go go go We're so connected Through ducts, never alone, silently followed We're so connected Hooded detainees filing into a plane Go go go Yo blood money, it's got to be the shoes Don't hold your breath for a joint about sweatshops Poem words picked from drawers - grey, black, and white Lost when yawning feet climb in their socks Do you get mad or are you always quiet? I don't think you know me very well Things must be said twice before they're heard Or like receipts they're bleached and blotted out ...and are meant only ‘til they're said out loud How do you sleep at night? (dot dot dot) Phantom gatherings and paths unfollowed Packed brittle and yellowing in boxes Stains bursting across the floor Indoor snow settling down like tired kittens Onearmed years buckled square under weight Of undripping rain that will not evaporate A steady eroding wash of accumulating entropy Blue flame smokes, extinguished to stone Days flip by like a baseball card In the spokes of a bike Tires A lost fly in winter spinning meekly on its back Running the air in prickly spasms like a dream And falling silent Anger wrapped in blankets A padded knock of feeble fists balled pink and soft like sunday ham Sliding faint down doors with weak whispers Then swung lazily from shoulder gallows in narrowing cursive os Mirror cracked and distended, sallow pores swallowing warm fog Widemouthed and recalibrating There is no fire Just a pale pleasant glow lighting swollen palms Groping halfhope and heart All spun and um between words A bare spidery sinus like a blindfold reaching back toward your ears As you walk until all you can do is walk Fumbling for a light switch Or a wall Then anything solid at all Waiting for shapes to undress from behind photocopied scenery And muffled faces shocked white and abbreviated All feeling s**ing back behind your own gelatin skin Until you stop And sit And your ghost continues on ahead Without thought to toe or topography or thought This is the halflife, transformed Swaddled in the vast blank chrysalis Nourished by the lukewarm void and drying into the shell A husk for new corn eyes A clear container with the label scratched off Storage space for younger dreams In its very own empty theatre