Sycamore

I'm so fucking antagonized by those who read me the Miranda rights.

Scapegoated as the centric hen, now residing in the pen.

I'm charged, battery has multiple meanings in my life, once again.

The charred bodies of foreigners, in my mind, keep burn-a-ning.

I cop some peanuts out the mess like I ain't scared of Turlington.

Which I ain't because I tell you, I done seen't some murdering.

Both in the sense of the song and the memories, i'm back up in this bitch again.

Remembering, when they chopped down my man's berry tree, then it turned out, buried is he.

I got out, got told i'm a man, I really just feel plain.

When the waves moved past, my soul started lock-a-ning,

'cause what's inside is more fragile than mail-order porcelain,

and it's encased in an iron-cast frame that frequently goes chuckling.

 

58, carpool.

Sycamore, bark wood.

Do not leave it's barstool,

or else your pint hooks up with soot.

 

49, carpool.

Sycamore, bark wood.

Do not leave it's barstool,

or else your pint hooks up with soot.

 

The Halls Of Amenti call for those who're trendy.

My AIDS-awareness skirt dances well to Satan's medley.

Clink drinks with a sore on Earth's ass whilst a jaywalker cleans the glass,

Hell's corps overwhelms like an overdose of rich molasses,

and when it comes to my friends the simple fact is,

that I react too much to the simple quiz and biz.

Start contemplating death over a simple "stop",

I take a breath, self-esteem still dropped.

It's all my fault, it's all my fault.

Hold my tongue in small talk, just in case they balk.

When really long ago I would've reasonably been blocked.

Still my fault, it's all my fault.

Wanna vent to them, tell them I ain't a fan of malt.

Please stop the assault.

 

40, carpool.

Sycamore, bark wood.

Do not leave it's barstool,

or else your pint hooks up with soot.

 

31, carpool.

Sycamore, bark wood.

Maybe leave it's barstool,

uncertainty is sometimes good.

 

22, carpool.

With trusted ones, open hood.

Already left the barstool's ass,

at least what I plan during class.

 

At least what I plan during class.

My fears, one day will pass.