Lyrics

[Intro] What else could he be but a jester? [Verse 1] In a make-out session with aggression Putting morals into question Seven minutes in heaven Every 24 hours I'm raffling Handprint on my face and nobody smacked me A ghostly caress on my cheek has me laughing and gagging Hear my body fucking bragging About the brain that's still lagging [Chorus] Elevator to the bottom of my rib cage Flip it to the next page Letters all stacked on each other Lost touch with a goal Vision is blurred Ran straight into a pole Elevator to the bottom of my rib cage Flip it to the next page Letters all stacked on each other Lost touch with a goal Vision is blurred Ran straight into a pole [Verse 2] I was in Chicken Run That's why I'm here now So many stories, yeah So much drama, wow Everyone treats me like an old smoke stack Like the tilted brim of a Party City hat Can't get a word in Can't get nothing down Nothing on paper except the layout of this ghost town I write Tonapah cleverly Like Goldfield's elderly [Bridge] Wobbling down a brick road I hunt for my reflection No more algorithm When I'm in the rhythm section Mental inspection always searching for perfection Like Halloween candy I give out brilliant affection Creeping around the city Whip around the corner Pull up to a Dell Let me take your order Peaking out my window See a hearse doing donuts Time to close the shutters Time to close the shutters [Chorus] Elevator to the bottom of my rib cage Flip it to the next page Letters all stacked on each other Lost touch with a goal Vision is blurred Ran straight into a pole