OBSESSOR from LYSERGIC AUM by LYSERGIC AUM
Tracklist
| 8. | OBSESSOR | 2:00 |
Lyrics
I was raised on a speak and spell,
Very much the type to show up on your tv blooper reel.
now it’s more like, check the obits.
Could he telephone for help
Before the walls would fucking close in?
I understand the terms of service, read without your conduct
Composite of the questioning and chemicals that haunt us.
I understand that made up language that you speak in too,
Think that I don’t know when bitches whisper “take this fuckers shoe’s… laces”
And my tabs are never basic,
I’m a spitter of the chronos-logical until I make it,
I fake it- like in the sheets I’m satisfied,
Take it to the streets, stretching sadness to a way of life
Watch the age of pantomime,
Crumbling down the faces
lot of years in the spaces that erase us
Faced a lot of fears, from the mirror to his patience
And a susurrus of sickly little patients left subjacent
To the scene of prosal comedy, as it’s nascent
Nasal passage caving in, laugh at bloody pavement
In a half attempt to feel his face he would split in two
Half a feeling common-place, got a lot of love for you, and you.
Are a constant in my entropy
Causal in a caustic scene
Or daisy picking in the spring
Everything that you would bring to tables clad in cloth
malcontent or razed in the margin of your swath
Sticking iambs over something buried in my brain
Liable to libel, think that I might go insane
Meet for tea at two, We reschedule it for june
But you never gave me time to save the date before you flew.
Who knew, old girl learned something new
Less the arbiter of punishment the heads you accrued
Are so heavy now
Drop the baggage when you skipped town
Memories of me were left in pockets of the coat you clowned
On me for buying then you took it as your own
Think of him as working on the inside laying prone
Think I left a lot inside that jacket in your room
But the hole inside my heart it tells me you just left too soon
