Joe LaPorta - Rabies lyrics

[Verse 1] Hey warm cider, barn full of spiders Orange moon, starry night, particle exciters In a pageant rivaled only by the origin of fire Now add an organism from alternative environs A dozen pair of cartoon eyes in a thicket To see a neophyte get sliced into ribbons I'm here to pick lice off each other and a**imilate Duck a suit, troubleshoot his moody user interface True and s**erproof, grew to fully disengage Float his only vanishing point away from the picture plane Go to where the radio trails off And people catch rabies on the way to their mailbox Under a sideways rain cornering the briar Still pull a broad sword from a hoarded synthesizer Nap in a hole in a tree Cat leaving voles at my feet Talking Master P, memory foam everything Jettison the rest and roulette us a new trajectory Spinal Tap 11, tapping resin out the evergreen Designated dark horse, headless independently Sidewalks end with ponds and frog eggs Buried bones, and his very own blurry sasquatch vids Led like field ants to a hot lens 8 o'clock kittens vs cobwebs, fight! Maps won't work here [Verse 2] Ice over bittersweet nightshade Antlers rise from his migraine Shred or die, life's strange How do you identify? New with the matutinal or peckish with the vespertine Me, I'm pretty useless Til the roof is painted Gemini, then set him free Eat his own body weight in genocide Came back a decorated dog of war Who wants more though he currently stuck in the dog door Additionally, dog isn't even his final form Just a period, between greenhorn and Hyperion Peer into the eye of a primordial experience Portamento warriors in unforgiving wilderness Borderline ethereal, Noah's Arc room tone Add a little up high down low too slow Found acquaintances a pain to babysit So he gave away his sh** and gave 'em all the slip Now pets hit the ceiling when the wind blows Fish float belly up songbirds crash into windows Swizzle apple cider vinegar and dish soap Suicide flies take dips in the k** zone Still shuffle thru a stack of old photos Taken before the varicose verified Chronos I dunno it feels weird I'd rather feed an apple to a deer [Rob Sonic & Aesop Rock] I might've heard something in the walls Could've been voices Could've been claws Coulda been the rebel yell of something more evolved Pounding on the front door and standing on the lawn like "Wadup" Ain't sh**