Killer

Feeling like it's all or nothing
Like I'm up to something
Like I'm onto something
Like I'm on something
Like I'm looking up to something
Feeling like I'm onto something
Like it's all or nothing
Feeling like I'm on something

I only eat what stumbles into my creation
Suck blood to the bone to keep it cleansed
Who becomes the woven web?

Dreamt of the worlds we projected and collectively agreed

With a filter and familiar tools to chisel out

How to use them to build shelters

With white sand on endless shores
Where nothing is still, until you're moved to tears

Only in your hell am I a killer
Only in your hell am I a killer killer
Move yourself to be stiller
Move yourself to distill it

Nectar of the gods flowing from a scepter wrapped in feathers and fur

Blue deer dance free, the outskirts protected
By the windigo-con who makes the sweep for loose connections

The stench of greed detected from the seed down in the trenches
Gets the teeth sharper than pieces of obsidian spears

Disappear, with the smoke
Sparkles evervecent

Becoming a portal into what shakes the ocean floor
The smell of copal transports to distant shores

Mixed in a black pot
Memories older than dust
Felt in the pit of the gut
Kept slithering up

Tethered to umbilical chord
Of golden fabric
The passage between madness and magic
Messenger manic and vexed
Inducing tremors 'till settled into some womb
Transforming into a chrysalis

Watch it dance in different ways
We see it dance in different ways

Only in your hell am I a killer
Only in your hell am I a killer killer
Move yourself to be stiller
Move yourself to distill it