Vector

Whatever you've seen will grow ten fold
As red turns blue in a bank wall
March forecourt, Wells Fargo
When empathy's culled and settled

It's the comfort of pressing every button
Voluptuous face feeds from my ventilator
Feeds the incentive put you back in your place
Mouth words real quiet like
The cut of your weight told to look when they touch
Grows sticky with age makes for a great screenshot

When you lean it's like a picture
You can be my masseuse I wanna give you range
Be the Vector
That writhes ripe lungs like paint
But your not given a clue
Passing wards
Snuff like the head that you maim

He'll lead you back where you fell from
A pheasant lands on his shotgun
But when it comes to split lungs
Now he's sorry for your loss
I wish you'd eat gun when you hit the curb but you've thrown them on the hangar
Watch how they disappear now wasn't that something?
How plastic furrows with a rework x plugger
It won't be long till post pain put us under

Devenu réalité
Keep to your station!
Before defacing what they were chasing

Renews it's best before on syndication
No more degrading than
Lost in Translation
Men in plain clothes pay your dues
If you find it divisive you know what to do
Go!

When you lean
I can still picture
We can call it a truce or I can paint your face
Be the Vector
That reinstates the blame
But you're not given a clue

So wipe yourself clean
What's done is done
Stitch my lips blue I'll lie dead in the room
Base the new chalkboard
On the wry ripe lungs like paint by numbers
Burst the bubble
What we conceive will warrant decay