Raincoat (Explicit)

A bit of a drab day, looking at my journals, old playlists

Pictures that date all the way back to the bat cave

Whatever it was, the equivalent that I had to that phase

Flash frame to the same factor, washed up with a patch of grass

I mean its gonna look like Shawn Lee soon if that's the case

Acutane patient face, in a crater-hacked up state

Stuck in the past, even more than usual as of late

Checked out, locked into placid thoughts with a tacit gaze

What should I write, I swear there was something I had to say

I have a brain, as if made specifically for catching strays

I can plan and plan all day but I don't understand the way

To make what I want to have happen, or what it will even have to take

Linear thought pattern break, time, dark matter, space

No matter the case, don't get trapped inside of a bag of flake

Complaining how this party's even lamer than my grandmas wake

The music's too recognisable, Mind if I go grab my tapes?

As the days grow longer I have managed to ascertain

Maxwells demon seems to grow stronger as he vacillates

Fixate on the time-lapse pig, watch as it decays

Thoughts too ectopic to even pinpoint the accurate place

Trapped in a maze, managed to escape a stagnant haze

I feel like an Agatha Christie character that cracked the case

Cosmic hearse, death church, data format, erase

Black tape for a blunt-cut, blue-black Saturday

Dimwitted, can barely count with my fingers from one to nine

Tonight, watching Philosophy of a Knife for the hundredth time

If I text, don't call If I call, don't respond

I'm despondent, I just want to see if you can spot the signs

Flawed design like all of us, but all in all, all is fine

Squalid off the richter, I speak in riddles and talk in rhymes

Took a second to stop at a very specific spot in time

To jot some lines but it seems the tines of my pen are not aligned

Oh good heavens, what do I do now? I can not decide

Get up to piss Come back to crawl inside of a box, and hide

This isn't a time I can afford to rest my exhausted eyes

Red string room thoughts, midi time clock divide

Arrive, concepts collide, distilled, order brought to life

Pen in hand, softly guide, streamlined and optimised

Choice remarks, often snide, on the fly often fly

Gazing up into the abyss of a milk-malted sky

Hallowed name up on high, hollow cry intensified

Multiplied, from behind the surface of a caustic eye

All the money lost when I went out and got some botched advice

Found the knife I thought I lost that shaved years off of my life

Haunted by wasted potential, find no joy in small delights

Whining like a table saw, the fatal flaw that gnaws and bites

Primal scream from the diaphragm, clogged up with my

Nervous system shock, wound: improperly cauterised

Run-off from another novelistic plot device

In the atrophied part of my mind it would appear to occupy

White, oxidised, fade stain slow, had a vision of a pigeon named Crow

This is what you came foe

Remember Moby Karl? Same, from back in the days, grown

Aim the bow, go for piece-meal dissection tape-flow

Wash the bank note, bankroll, loosely knocking around

In the pocket of my brown dick tracy raincoat