Mortisabstract - Stem lyrics

Yo, I'm ready for my close up for little lionize girl post ups But coast erupts small fatty nodules in mind slot ducks As iceblinks brighten the expanses in the sky Paper clips splice vendettas from hopefuls in Christ of anti-trust Which supposedly soothes the barren tooth that bites down on the cobs of false philos root Connoting slight contempt when malice is deemed an upper hand Plucked from the sky to be bellow manners door mat I reside in the apterium between feather tracts on the body of a bird Undergird elevations Helping at least one wingless leave the station But tell me to come to terms with my own lacks and... hesitation My life's meaning is null and void in the static pixel screening spheroid Imbibe scorn to drown the paper with ink Teetering on the brink with insipid parallels missing link Compounded down to the carnal framed cookie clone barcode My corrode abode is this bodies rest But me mental's kotic spawn Unwillingly The stretched out rope good and evil tug-a-war on Being of humble decent, worldly's pounce a louse too naive and con Someone has to be the napkin they wipe their crap on Dwelling on the five pointed symbol I wanted me to be The "All eyes on me" square disappears like the picture in the figure in Marty's hand Take advantage of opportunities Don't let doubt be a bind 'cause being a candle Wax is your talent and the lit fire is your time The bulky clusters of rain drops suffice the eleventh sign of the zodiac But behind clack doors diminish desires a little I fiddle with ideas and aspirations of being a star While under pressure I crack like ground coriander in jar Citizen Kane on my d**h bed and Yeshua's my "rosebud" Reliving the monotonous act of a mouth full of cud Staring long out to the sky and back Out past the small 'S' constellation near the celestial pole containing coalsack Clicks of human opluent one's talk about me and mine's Uncool I look down upon their piles of riches from inside god's palm Theology keeningly manifested Animism congested soul via psalm Still my lacks double park in the lot of my brain And I'ma pure white carpet with a permanent stain A coxswain with no rowing rhythm in boat to length gain So I sit with a puss on and a wrinkled shirt To be the un-slept on pillow in the bed of malapert content I'm the un-slept on pillow in the bed of malapert content I'm the un-slept on pillow in the bed of malapert content I'm the un-slept on pillow in the bed of malapert content (bridge) Still my lacks double park in the lot of my brain And I'ma pure white carpet with a permanent stain x5 Still my lacks double park in the lot of my brain This is how I do I try to maintain That's why I praise God everyday 'cause if I don't I become inadequate by the minute That's what the song's about I'm just a stem in the tree try'na stick out x4 Out