The Red Phone
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The study isnโt peer-reviewed, itโs one peer-less
Student getting weird in a room
Putting the human condition through a series of wretched labors
A herculean dozen to plug in your emulator
Updated for home version-ers, who board up in they teepee
Treating personal misfortune as horses of Diomedes
Me? Iโm up to my neck in Nemean lions
A pride of idea-eaters, plus, weevils in the rice thins
Own worst, snubbinโ upper management
Iโm managing a thin skin, the coveralls are pangolin
Slang from the valley of calculated endangerment
Danger conservationist, constantly in the way of shit
Came in like a wrecking ball
But really only maintain thanks to the 5-second rule
Vortex staring back from the reflecting pool
They trying to separate the Jeckyl, via centrifuge
Presto, keeper of the keys I been keyed into the tempo
I can see a team leader reaching for the red phone
I can tell you who wonโt even be at the crescendo
XO, change-o
Day of hail storms ricocheting off the rain coat
I can see your trail guide waiting for the payphone
I can tell you who wonโt even make it to the late show, presto change-o
Little fragments of what happens when you plug-in
After having been unplugged it feels emphatically disgusting
Little โpardon can i borrow a lighterโ
Cuing a little flashing back to the apartment On fire
Little surgeries and docu-series murderers
And and run-ins with the concept of object permanence
Little get the cake, little celebrate
Then celebrate again when you give it the hell away
Brain on black smoke, belly on the breed of lamb
That couldn't leap the sleepy fence, and fell in Harina PAN
Itโs me you fucking dummies, I forgot the code word
Old dog, dogs continue to eat his homework, what?
I see yโall job sucks, picked last
No rhythm, not tuff, wack shoes, shitty tats
Stupid life, stupid face, bad hair, sitting duck
Dead alive, set the high score on who gives a fuck
I been several seasons with the cheetahs in the tall grass
To me itโs all an impala with no hall pass
All that balderdash, all these talking heads
Futzing with the public good, hawking hate and spawning eggs
Then they wonder why the kid is swinging from the chandelier
Body painted safety orange, screaming out โthe champ is hereโ
As if itโs not a healthy response
To whatever type of zealotry you presently on, wrong
Presto, keeper of the keys I been keyed into the tempo
I can see a team leader reaching for the red phone
I can tell you who wonโt even be at the crescendo
XO, change-o
Day of hail storms ricocheting off the rain coat
I can see your trail guide waiting for the payphone
I can tell you who wonโt even make it to the late show, presto change-o
Pitching for the Pigeon Hill Road Molly-whoppers
In a first to a million or model for jolly roger
Itโs bad news in casual clodhoppers
I hop over cops and robbers and godfathers
Stark white knuckles on the wheel Jesus never took
Unless he needed me embedded in some lingonberry bush
Off the 495, otherwise I blame it on the fire and ices
50 years of fighting for his pilot light
It doesn't take the keenest of empaths
To know you probably feeling irretrievably dead last
A steadfast emptiness, maybe aggressive idling
Maybe a forehead to horn, engine off entirely
Every offed head grows back multiplied
The secret is you close the cut and cauterize
Eye of pyromancer
Here to ride the realest lightning through the driest diorama, like
Presto, keeper of the keys I been keyed into the tempo
I can see a team leader reaching for the red phone
I can tell you who wonโt even be at the crescendo
XO, change-o
Day of hail storms ricocheting off the rain coat
I can see your trail guide waiting for the payphone
I can tell you who wonโt even make it to the late show, presto change-o