Ta Da

Lyrics

The secret is, you don't tell time; time tells you Ta da! To die slow A mountain in motion A coffin that opened yet closed And chained up the merry devotion All of these vessels: ain't nobody floating They're fucking and feasting and fighting And bottling lightning to use it as dining room lighting to brighten Faming, regaling and writing Smiting that fate, spiting that face Nose to the stone, oh no, grinding Behind a mind, that's who I'm hiding Lurks are hurt that one fool'd end up writing Impossible [?] burst like a thick think with ink firework Veneer in a false sense whosе sayings hard Sherpas and shepherd and lеchers all gather together to blather 'bout following star Felonious moebius strip Shangri-La la Not toeing the call who you are Lost me in the fools Phylum provides no asylum to either the spiral and such servitude When your standards keep hurting your blind country And converting you seeing things perfectly Behind sighted regrets Preeminent certitude like irrefutable reticles Time to repurpose you [?] And that certain sound of a funeral suitable to kill lights and close curtain to The End Ah fuck it, we splittin' this atom again Moment in time, 'spose I had none [?] Like body and mind being left far behind a sand line Mankind cannot divine Wait, wait, was it a sign when Anticon. died Or just management murdering crows? Maybe some form of karma, you hoe? Universe doing its worst best rough code Ah, if walls could talk, statues could walk, if trust could be bought I'd had spared no expense watching a dream being spent through a hole in the fence What a shitfuck experience! Now peerless peer weird wilding delirious only-friend pen in its eeriest clearing appearing in fear This is serious like dragon slaying or afterlife saving, heart weighing Do what Anubis is saying, since dues you've been paying must be inflating 'Cause all i own gets taken It's not the waiting, but how painstaking it is waving to influencer-faking and further handwaving at an internet's craving Straying outside the music I made: it's fucking poet-shaming Masquerading is self-expression explaining But bitches ain't braining or paying, giving your painting no framing All just hung nude in the sun, fading, understating the timeless importance of all that creating Thus, your trailblazing is still very much up for debating "Exhibit A is more better than Plan B and Type C Feels better to me than D" Semantics steadily setting these idiots free "You talkin' to me? 'Cause I've been watching rap from across the street." Semantics steadily setting these idiots free "You talkin' to me? Semantics steadily setting these idiots free