Oxygen Lyrics

Oxygen lyrics

I'm twice born, once and seven something

Once is the resurrection of honorable function

Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor

Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture 

The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment

Was, is, and forever will be a luxury

I'm a SOVREINTY columnist fathering doom document

Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant



[Verse One]

I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification

Sure AS blurry had them speeennnd breeezzzzze

Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee

Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city

Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows WHERE THE hill's crest pan out?

On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs

I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest

THEN FEED a needle into battling to mute the mess

WHEN patience galas with absentee BALLOTS I shove in the button

Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility function

With a, ppppppppp paling in comparison a methias Goliath

Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence

I top and ate my nameless CREATOR then I bumped eyelids

With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second

What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend

Nursed me through the time stick and stone mixes hexed my fertile crescent

Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear

Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair

My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly

So every second the discontent's locked accordingly

Let's turn mummy's, SHOW THE PERFECTION OF PERSERVED glory condition

And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon

BETTER LAND A two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser

Credible CRAVES HER antidote's terrible taste HER

BOUGHT HER WITH A stolen soul PEDDLER

PIGEON BACK FEATHER pen

Never SAID a grin IMPLIED health

Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plant of fabrics

I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible?

I feel THE wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch TO

Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful,

It's like the DAY THE GREAT OAK MET THE SAWMILL

A lifeline of spectacular expansion MEETS the reaper

At the hand of ONE mans TANTRUMS

My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and laugh

I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half

Ch-ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major

Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease

I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome

You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone

Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush

And felt as if I'd actually accomplish something 

Fortify the bullies of the jokes soak in treatment

Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening

BROUGHT A GHOST up in THE FUSELAGE A second before the COG dropped

TO the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it



OH, Fashion, it's cool and all but what about God?

[Oh God, well he's the man, but I MEAN what about reading?]

What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, HOW about television?

[Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?]

OOH, I hate walking, it's boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin'

[Yeah, fishing's great but JUST HATE hooking the bait, lets dance]

NAH, I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?

[Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money]

Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals]

Let's sell lemonade [Let's drink]

Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink

[NAH, lets FAIL a pupil once a year AT RANDOM to shake the academy]

Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy



[Verse Two]

I'll make the water fall out of order in autumn 

SORTA CAUGHT'EM When their GUARDS mimicked the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a
coffin

I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit

CRIED A RIVER yesterday, ain't shed a tear since

GIMME GIMME, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon

The carousel ballooned extravagant aware, inviting it

I'm swore to Adam and matter and saddling

Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping

My index fingers DRESSED in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin

(I SPY MARKET THE PRODUCT)

One must pardon yee old common SHEEP detour

Weaving graceful through the PRIME DIRECTIVE column

Greater virus retreats to ALLOTED Valom

Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud

But that's got a ring to it so my SQUEAL welcomes the flood

I walk THIS God's practical joke ONE man practically broke

And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my nights practically soaked

Who spits silk dimensions THROUGH THE noose looped by the raft?

'CAUSE After lack of reasoning DEAD'EM (IT'S LIKE 3, 2, 1, BEDLUM)

Oooh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in hell

I'll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt

Sturdy IRON GRILLAGE, tin can skeleton,

Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants

Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence

I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well