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letra de rhubarb - headhaunter

my hand burst forth and i followed right after
with a pocket knife insights [?] of a long divine pasture
a walking disaster eyes like binary sunsets
2d grinning mug my finger guns would fire like cuphead
i loopholed laws of gravity but dropped my set of car keys
too afraid of being judged [?] blacking out at guilty parties
couldn’t even take a stand or complete a f-ckin’ sentence
so i bled my case dry and i hit the bar defenseless

look

everything down here tastes like rhubarb
the sun just winked out but the moon’s large
army crawl out of midnight with new scars
and a few bruises marooned where your troops aren’t
then i panic over nothing like a false alarm
anxiety evolved in to a second form that’s off and on
see the large amounts of cash are changing disembodied palms
but i can’t catch em all this haunter’s poor, c’mon

i could use a buck or two it’s hunting season
eating sickening meat that i found in a freezer’s deep end sleep in weekends
and
wake without a singular second i bend em and stretch em myself
drinkin’ the minutes i blend and then sever the digits off hands of clocks at twelve

then wolf them down like finger food and chew forever on a rhubarb stalk
where fumes peel the paint off walls as the room gone dark
the floor opens up red with all the nuance gone
i take the escalator down with my shoes untied [?]
on to paths where time’s p-sswed towards that fresh crater
where the flowers grow in white gr-ss the bulbs have dead layers
i can watch the b-tterflies hatch from [??] test papers
waiting there inside of a box i’m sure they’ll check later

but everything down here tastes like rhubarb
think the sun just winked out plus the moon’s gone
ruminating out loud on what you think you deserve
as your friends read their words off of cue cards

add up everything that isn’t adding up (adding up)
obsess about it like it isn’t bad enough (bad enough)
it’s the main issue that’s at hand i haven’t touched
using any f-ckin’ excuse i can think of as a crutch

my head’s out the window of an overturned car
start to crawl through the debris of that stone curtain wall
and drag what’s left of my knees away from the lights in the distance
like diamond holes with square pegs i’m just trying to fit in
i should reset my ambitions back to their factory settings
and then install a dream deleting b-tton and happily press it
letting reality set in except i’m trapped at the zenith
still grasping at any straws i got i can’t go defend it

man i’m too codependent and too f-cking selfish
i’m way too d-mn sour power through tough defences
with a void in my stomach and eyes like thermite explosions
the rules have been destroyed or bent as permitted per my emotions
slowly sink beneath the sands of time but now the pace is quickening
bringing it to a speed that can turn any face to smithereens
dropped in the dead sp-ce between worlds i float there alone
with nothing but a pocket knife and nowhere to go

- headhaunter

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