Joe LaPorta - Water Tower lyrics

(Vita est morte est vita Life is d**h is life) [Verse 1] Found nothing but the feathers and the skull On the porch like a present with a bow Denizen of black earth, gutted and uncoupled from the patchwork Buried by a 7 year cherub in the backyard Epitaph and all Disciple of the cycles and sciences, of birth into fertilized hyacinth Life into vitamins, invited up to cypresses A testament to moxie and the miracle of lifelessness It's tricky when you'd rather rot into the soil as a nutrient Than navigate this mortal coil in human skin, dig? The nuances of putrefying jelly hit the levee When those feathers are a cancer in your bestie And I pick a ginger gold as fed by a drunken uncle One from a customer pumping that Sumner blood work Memitim ascending, settling any high scores 40 meters up with the heart of a high dive horse [Hook] Paint "No Rules" on the water tower (X4) (Impossible, impossible) (Hold the f** up Who is you talking to? Cause ain't nobody talking to you You can't do a motherf**ing thing) [Verse 2] I told my ex in '97 I was falling on my weapon Ripped the phone up out the wall The po' would drag me from my bedroom An embarra**ing ordeal involving hospitals and questions And the kind of doctors who use words like "cognitive" and "spectrum" While explaining why you're selfish to romanticize a ruse In which unruly roots pull you to Lucifer by your shoes I mean, it isn't perfect but don't misconstrue the purpose Any urge is indiscernible from community service to the kiddo Plus she'd make a beautiful widow But that's an altruistic ticket to a room with no windows Hmm you'd think he would've learned back in the 80s When they pulled him out of cla** over concerns about his safety But he didn't, it wasn't cause he doesn't get the message More he doesn't judge a man by how honorable his d**h is On a scale you made up anyway Half past out to pasture Whether clapped or batteries in backwards [Hook] (Check this sh** out here Don't be trying to come all for me Cause you is not all of that with your f**ed up haircut) [Verse 3] I had a pet lizard, he never got an obit Fed him crickets, it was dead a f**ing month before I noticed An older me would note that whether disposable goldfish Or theist, we certainly become the earth as equals, in a circle Unique until the spirit isn't willing While the flesh is still a staple of the labor force and whistling It's roadk** evoking emotion his own totem don't That's a reality you evade or grow to own Social code broke and a hierarchy to gasp at Black labs over wack dads on the admat Tabby over parasite, bats at the parish A civil war becoming of ungovernable atoms I'm born from the guts of stars and black tar pits Iron Maiden denim paint the devil under grawlix Crawls out a clawed coffin to huff and puff Somewhere in between the dust and dust [Hook]