Crickets

I sicken like the quiet quickness
Of walking through fields of crickets
Alone in the darkness it thickens
Like flesh round knife, hit or misses

I sicken like the quiet quickness
Of walking through fields of crickets
I bless drowsy eyes like kisses from mystics
I'm some next round hype got that extra found life

I do this thankless work with a hankering for dirt
A whole tankards worth is what made up my birth
Like ashes to ashes, first works to burn
Like a dragon with a flagon, thirst worse than hunger
Do you see the pattern happen?
Third marks the turn
Third time's a charm
But it won't change the world
Third parts a crime, cuz they heard the word
Now I'm a criminal purged to observe the herd
And what's heard is a fraction of the action or what's referred
But I can't collapse the lagging so it's still concurred
Without being conferred
Minus the effort it takes to conjure a concert
So in the back of the synapses I lurk
On task with a Tascam I merc
On blast at the en masse with the scams you jerks
Conscribe with the concepts to burp
Out ya gullet
Eyo! Go party in your mullet

I sicken like the quiet quickness
Of walking through fields of crickets
Alone in the darkness it thickens
Like flesh round knife, hit or misses

I sicken like the quiet quickness
Of walking through fields of crickets
I bless drowsy eyes like kisses from mystics
I'm some next round hype got that extra found life

This is round two
This sounds due
Through space I do time as it unravels around you
Travels around me
Cows are ground food
Gavels they pound free
While tadpoles are abused
I'm a manic and loud dude
In the panic's profound truth
But who handles it it's argued
My grandma was proud it's true
But she didn't know me like you do
I'm glad she couldn't be shown proof of who and how I am viewed
And so it's thanks to these facts that she found a sound snooze
And it's good she never got to see the monster in me who compound you
As I'm allowed to speak allowed in breeze
Flounders drown as guppies
And yuppies who don't know their ass from the roof
Or sky from the ground's roots
And I travel with these thoughts for food to brood
You decipher the meaning of my words as tools in groups of few or feuds
I'll be around bound in brown boots

I sicken like the quiet quickness
Of walking through fields of crickets
Alone in the darkness it thickens
Like flesh round knife, hit or misses

I sicken like the quiet quickness
Of walking through fields of crickets
I bless drowsy eyes like kisses from mystics
I'm some next round hype got that extra found life