Dandelion Head Freeverse lyrics

There's fireants in the bloodstream, wolves in the dining room

Firedance to drum beats I fold at the sight of moons

Moonshine I consume consummates the tomb

Stoned in my room confiding interviews in a muse like [muah]

Purple Urkle herbals venting circles, circumventing hurdles

Hurt'll go away eventually just let it bleed

That's what she says to me, my Everything

And then she dissipates into the seven rings

She said every single one would represent a different sin of mine

In cinematic synergy, a liturgy of bitter highs

Similar to when I find something that I think I love

Just to watch it shrink to dust, or say it hates or isn't mine

Yea, I'm a product of a different time

Walking on a different line

Auction off my God and throw it in a fire

Joan of Arc empathizer, strict attire, all black, victimizer

Sick and tired, don't they frickin' see I fricassee?

Injecting venom when I'm injuring to kill, I'm still a different breed

Ministries are fitting, timpanis are hitting, symphonies are lifting gingerly

You can't hear it, it's in me, it's in my inner-me,

Inner demons entertain my enemies

The energy I've grown to know's so bittersweet

So kiss the ring around the rosy that I left around your eye for being nosey

I'm unholy, they don't lionize the lonely

With a Dandelion head, wings like an albatross

I'm camoflauge background cannon-fodd

I don't speak with the chatterbox-es

But I can drink 'til I'm cataton-ic-uor-ice stained teeth and lips

Fingers fish like a hook for my weaknesses

Grievances I mistook for sleeplessness

And focusing, sew it seams like seamstresses

Yea, so add it to my catalog

I'm picture perfect, Richard Avedon

Standin' on the thin ice I dance upon

Tap tap, black hat, black cat for bad luck I gamble on

Long-shots I take, Jamal Crawford, cross-over-all awkward

I'm a tag-along, following the fallers and the vagabonds

Yea, that's my grave that you're standing on

I hear the ears against the plaster walls