Boisterous in unraveling and furious with tact
The opening number’s oddly reminiscent of the bonus track
Each object as an obstacle in gospels non-canonical
Curious where my reckless and impervious at, yuh
The sprints in sequence now comprise a marathon of simply
Sitting down and writing out a catalog of my lexicon
Has someone told you ‘bout the kids these days
I’m being held at the station, expect extensive delays
I’ve got a didactic hobby, I’m in my left state of mind
I see the past in peripheries and tomorrow behind
I make a lot of decisions, I make the most when I try
I met a fox in a vision that went for $9.99
There is a violence to the quiet, I surprise myself by smiling
Check my Myers-Briggs, my credit and my character alignment
We’re somersaulting tidy backwards, turn on a dime
Echo memories of a man who wasn’t made for these times

I’m sorry about my calling, I turned around and I’d lost it
Perspiring behind my conscience, subscribing to body logic
A fire controlled so often I turned around and forgot it
The righteous approach to nonsense, subscribing to body logic

Pop a squat upon the precipice observing the fortunes
Eternal merchants out delivering subservient portions
My rhythm’s less circadian, it’s more like a waltz
Etch a line in the mylonite, slipping over my faults
Hold appropriated moments like a thunderbolt, unblissfully
Aware, I only write when I’m excited or I’m scared
This dog won’t hunt or eat or sleep, it’s sick of all my songs
When every body’s based in entropy we pray that the decay is long
And here’s the room of artifacts I won in the war
Only proud of my aimlessness when asked what I’m working towards
A basilisk still bumming in its parents’ chamber stares in the mirror
Who knew that clarity gets that much clearer
I like driving by the guidance of my headlights hitting landmarks
These photographs perhaps will soon expand in dark
I hid my heart inside the decimals collapsed with the conversion, figure
Insecurity is just the sadness of a happy person