I’ll leave your house in shambles
Mind scrambled
Side of a hot road in flip flop sandals
When I’m home I burn candles
From both ends so I got no time for scandals
If you spent a day in my shoes you would be scrambled
Mind fried
Shoes tied wrong
No songs are happening
Ill twist up your twitches up in a bun-head masterpiece,
elbow grease is the fruit of the land
Care and love and justice flowing from the wizened hand
Milk and honey, water, flesh, flora, fox and pan
Flute melodies dance across the land
In topo map rhythms tumbling into tetragrams

That part only goes nine four time
Both rytm tear from your heart mine

at once melody enhances
brings forth the dances
try to move the party like the deer darling prances
I see your eyes doing their cursed play
following the feet of your next innocent prey
just another reason to be wary of romances
love is not a simple drug its pitfalls and advantages
if you don’t learn to play to your strengths you will be crushed
you’ll lose your feet and bust your ass go home on the next bus
but if you know the shape of your words you can speak
rebuking the cold death that gathers at your feet
if you know the shape of time then you can flee
but only when the symbol of the past sets you free.

That part only goes nine four time
Both rhythm tear from your heart mine