if I stay in my room til the the cops come
Floating on the same current as the flotsam
Think I'd claim my right as the heir to a trash fire
Got a slow burn brain sweats churns and expires
look into the mirror I'll see myself not seeing myself
In the desert find a stranger with the face of my dad
Will I ever trade up to a bird in the hand
Been writing a new name using the same hand

No I'm not sure man I don't think we've met before
Think I'd remember you look worn like a metaphor
No I'm not sure man I don't think we've met before
Keep your eyes open shut your mouth like a door

turned my thoughts into a signal so the object could read em
now my heart is a sieve, can’’t hold a billion images
of some new fucking kids who get encoded into digits
in collator damage statistics — retreat into the chrysalis
there must be something else on that’s better than this


gas money through feeding off the dregs of the empire
got the windows down but god its a hot one
if i take space to be alone in a vacuum
stake my piece of mind on surplus from the ransom
cruelly optimistic
white people are hell
call the cops on our black neighbors cause we’re scared of ourselves
loved the movie america somehow missed the plot twist
that we were the killers, the whole god damn time
can’t let us in public no private is sacred
haunt the churches, the street, the schools and the airlines
make a habit of shattering lives in our down time

no i’m not sure man i don’t think we’ve met before
think i’d remember you look dragged by a war
no i’m not sure man i don’t think we’ve met before
just came in here to find the door

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