Tempestry

I'll pour cereal in the centrifuge
Then get to tyin' vellum into pretzel loops
The right timing makes everything a breakfast food
I'm eye spying every exception to every rule
Sidewinding the etched groove of the resolute
Blind psyche that's tempered blue by the exit wound
Head fueled by hexed runes and spectral fumes
Negligence the nemesis that left a few friendships ruined
Relax stop that's too heavy dude
Collapse all thoughts into catspaws on a metal roof
Ah yeah that's a lot better whew
Light as a feather in the cap of a rebel youth
With a can of Ironlak in the backpack
Signing on the dotted on the bottom of the Amtrak
I used to smoke pot out of tin foil
Now I'm smooth on the joint like collagen and fish oil

There's a storm coming' that I can't measure
And that's bad weather for a fact checker
I ran Eschers with every last effort
Despondent from a bondage I can't sever
There's a storm coming' that I can't measure
And that's bad weather for a fact checker
I ran Eschers with every last effort
Despondent from a bondage I can't sever

Got an alter with a geode
Opulent occupant of the cosmic and the real
Noble born oval quartz face melter
Home decor for the no remorse cave dweller
Hunkered down underground til the storm pass
The lightening is tightening the chitin in my thorax
Emerging warmth in servitude to bone thaw
Thirsty for and allergic to the photon
So its shades on total eclipse
Focused into a potion my proboscis can sip
I just open up a portal with a hop and a skip
I'm a god and a mortal and it's awkward as shit
I train corvids with a ball and a stick
To take trinkets from the normies with the honor roll kids
Foresight with the range that a llama can spit
I warp drive through the space that a comma can give
I hydroplane on top of the missed
Opportunities they gone in a jiffy
I'm crossing thangs off of the list
Like the chance of me dropping the splits
I toggle the switch
I'm either on or off of the fritz
Checking the ledger of every domino flicked
I'm more than an anonymous autonomous blip
Swimming in a cacophony of audible clicks

There's a storm coming' that I can't measure
And that's bad weather for a fact checker
I ran Eschers with every last effort
Despondent from a bondage I can't sever
There's a storm coming' that I can't measure
And that's bad weather for a fact checker
I ran Eschers with every last effort
Despondent from a bondage I can't sever