Blockhead - Commencement (at the Obedience Academy) lyrics

[Verse One:] The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of tardy planting And the crops we'd have harnessed mid-November Had only brushed the blossom bracket Then soon sacrificed lives to icicle jackets when the frost hit I sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses With a plan to tunnel past after the rains have run their courses But alas, the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the gra** Offered this torch supporter one tall gla** and nauseous And I'm asking you: Why's the spy supply hiding in strangers When they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres? Now be gracious, these minstrels turn a bully cycle civil By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels The upbringing of self-styled freedom brigade investors And their studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors Puts it down It's down beneath your sappy sing-a-longs Let's take it further down, we'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on Nova The elders took positions and the fans marched Parched, plain and steamed Hawking the rain in my canteen Now I'm like point: I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads Counterpoint: During my famine I never got broke your bread Well, equation of intrigue, yes, yes Lemme fence sit for a bit These tense lips need soaking before I hand out tokens Shut the f** up Drama like kabuki with a heart of dirt Skull f**ed cross bones hence my birth It hurts [Hook] Must not sleep. Must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I milk my habitat for almost everything I want Sometimes I take it all and still can't fill this pitfall in my gut Must not sleep. Must warn others Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers I'm tryin' to walk on top of sunshine But it's ridiculous at times. That's why I'm touring with this warning [Verse Two] Crowning the glory of our advance Fire ants to water beetles These Freemasons adjacent to pacing pins and needles Pupil turned pedagogue, benediction to my dream Beaming a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine Check it I'll pluck the petals off a cla**ic blood rose one at a time Gripping the stem in the right; invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline It's a metaphor for nighttime Anti-up the slight cost of exhaustion To salute the moon above paradise lost and you're a spectator, stringent Inch by sacred inch shoveling coal into my earthworm soul (You should know!) Burrow up through the dirt with bloody digit Lick my knuckles clean Noting the corporate clusters holding hands 'round the abode of the damned Now what's your poison? Starlight in a maser with a nicotine chaser Sip it clean, savor the taste to sit and dream later: The eyelids pivot back upon the hinges 20 miles across the gla**y eyed window of wonders to pa**ers by Now I'm 6 foot 4 with a 6-floor walk up just to recline With no free time. The alarm storms at nine My daytime's on some, 'Yes, sir. Ok, sir. Right away sir Sir, do you mind if I breathe, sir? Oh you do? Well excuse me, sir, f** you.' I breathe slow I run in with these fantastic amalgams Painting casket-bound careers to peers gunning with cla**ic albums Security's the javelin, catch it Labor Clocked in in '76 and haven't clocked out ever since [Hook] Feel it, it's like that