Anomalady

Dissolute I slouched at the loom
Fiddling with the strings like the thing outta tune
On the blackest night, there's a fire deep in the gloom
But you gotta wonder who or whom
I'd keep moving I was you
Game four in they house, you know we brought the brooms
After a while,
You don't remember the crowds or venues, just the hotel rooms
¿Tu Tienes WiFi?
It's just me in a stocking cap, watching TV
The city dead out the window, still not even sleepy
Sleep deprivation, the days keep leaking
Life on the screen, light the dark like a beacon
But you gotta wonder what might come creeping
Who might want even

Look, fuzz on my back, still... loving life for all seasons
Giving world ending updates, no Nealon
Loosie conjured spirits, had to sage up the doorway's leases
Dismemberments layered like a fucking cauliflower wedding cake
Whipping baking soda, called in a pound for a make quota
Enamored with Chopras, and them chapters still ain't even been opened
Testimonial displays the mini Buddha
Temples growing grander, nieces,
Limited them leaders to minor pheromoned elitist's house fires
Existential dreaded sarcophagus, crusts dusting into hours
A born to be nihilist outlier,
All that work took more or less 10 grand
Bricks regenned the arrogance, cutting out the white power
Block party so shameless, shouting Vive La Resistance!
Neurotic looking invert to find our true meaning
Letter to the tykes, stop, go, halt, freeze, like,
"This right now is our hour, our time down here"
Devil lurking round that prayer log, can't avoid the tears
All that's known is,
What's happening now is arriving, settled in warm when it's here
Settled in warm when it's here...