Decomposure - Artwork (Wednesday) lyrics

Hands in a funnel A mute caved-in skull Artwork Sight hotglued to frames Thoughtloop on splaying grey shoots through prisms Top corner locked ommmm icons For bacon and dry hair Tumor siphoned into the mouths of amputees With arms and legs on plastic Curled in tubes at their purple lips And eclipse the moon of cheese or an action flick With slow motion roundhouse kicks To pick your poison of harmless Your arteries gra**, bristling last on the wasteland arms Through the periscope, you see nothing less: A body to consensual grapefruit, processed A wrung cloth over a fence Well, i asked the blackness in my steps In a revealing dress So i guess i had it coming No swimming, i walked out here just to go back To empty days in graduated cylinders and live off the fat The night narrows from their headlights for whitenoise, then it pa** Your socks will never get wet Fluid frozen or burnt to disc Locking a low-contrast reflection underneath so your chin stays low Suspended Stabbing deadlines; A proud pile of pencil shavings in the teeth of a desk A folded towel on a lazy susan thrown in a fountain Summer's coming again An evaporated ice age's secrets scattered across the brown And no chest behind my drawn blinds for reduced glare, incognito Life evolves in the craters of dead moons, scientists say If we could only look longer we will make contact And peace with these new lifeforms With increased funding and a few more exploratory drones These crafts run on the skinning of caged dreams Treading muffled screams into the suit of a spiral On a propeller that cuts throats into premature mouths To boil that grey bird down to a bitten pearl No oil drill could strikethrough A night none can swim through