words _____ I used to say, Not until the chain hang Not until the chain hang But now I march single file stopped twitching wild chic black leash strapped neat 'round the throat; chain-linked to the corpse in the front and the back, lemming formation slumped in my stance as I lumber with heels in the sand Now Can't you hear their footsteps go [boom boom] Footsteps go [boom boom] [boom boom] Footsteps go [boom boom] Footsteps go [boom boom] Footsteps go [boom boom] [boom boom] I'm just an ugly american, unaware of the nothing fair swear something's in the hump day blunt to the pump fake, midget-circuited propeller hat hot sticky afro-lollipop in one hand, infant in the other "You'll take your dad's place in the chain gang son!" I've been in line for twenty three spins 'round the sun are we somewhere? Nah First we gotta the pop the cork off the noggin deposit your rations Just wash for the cochleas, but we'll cop your arm and your hamstring That's 80 hours for an elbow Holidays for the kneecaps Plus We're gonna have to repo your other arm, you didn't grow the first one back Send all complaints to the steward of broccoli, undoing the waist then oxhide admonishing, mister vegetables, sits waiting for the nausea, then rams a binky down your esophagus Those with the most limbs get freed, 80 percent of us are torsos Closed casket for the weight More reclined in the pith-- How to reboot the machine without frying the grid Can't you hear their footsteps go [boom boom] Footsteps go [boom boom] [boom boom] Footsteps go [boom boom] Footsteps go [boom boom] Footsteps go [boom boom] [boom boom] Broccoli Spinach Brussel Sprouts Carrots Beetroots Eggplants Squash Lettuce I want to talk to the celery pilot, sell him flying lessons; I'm always chewing his airline shrapnel, I don't think he likes it-- Matter of fact, I plead he leads me to his fountain of youth Cuz he dies every supper I die every morning And that's not to slander the nutrients, But 'other options' is called for The system isn't the problem But there's chinks in its armor And mold in the cracks That must be where the rest of the world fell can't take off the leash But I can break off the links Make for the wilderness Return with a truck full of limbs

words ______ i start my day in the dumpster wormy fingers wriggling under filth flinging rotten food and plastic skyward for the gift, a magnet for the magpies aluminum armor for the scalp push a little shopping cart of memories mobile home of hopes and dreams and cocoa creams and slowly molding anglo-saxon loyalty a shattered mirror hair conditioner and a bowl of bleach reigning homeless in a foreign city my family built with my tinfoil crown i'll take my life without the microwaves, see, they'll never spot me long as i'm off the grid and boxed in my cardboard castle, entangled in bum fights and sleeping in the margins, don't you bet on my ballot but if i cast it i'll ask for elderly metals for the masses stuck miming a vagabond deflecting all broadcasts of a land beyond a soapy wall your aura may be blue or beige whatever, mine is spherical shaped but i feel a lot like yesterday, a lot like never guard against the brain control incognito's all i need to know i end my day under the overpass right at home hoping a fortune of copper drops in my styrofoam my fighting gloves pendulum from the nail the crown swings on milliliter, abbreviated still weeping over a spilled dream so i plugged the dyson with a ball of reynolds feels free? gazing at constellations of concrete cracks, nicotine nebulas and shooting pigeon stars, whiting out the stains on my dank blanket of daily news cosmic glass ceiling i'm armored in trash bags flies trapped in my gravity as i orbit a makeshift sun born in a trash can the world above fears this black planet divided along borders of deity and inferiority secretly hoping for my abduction with knotted arms shielding a thin body its just what it is why shun it the only thing that'll poke holes in my tin logic is a white bullet guard against the brain control incognito's all i need to know but i feel a lot like like yesterday, a lot like never guard against the brain control incognito's all i need to know

words __________ [me] ditch the broken shield commando dressed in rounds sticky, crimson holding still--absent, blink, no one lives? mutiny domestic slowly split, slap the covergirl off your siren grabbing ankels kindergarden-too-high told quick Not to diss your love but I'm against the fisticuffs we gets it rough, so hell's to pay weight--we're moved to act when the scale is grey morals swelled in freight yin-yanging into a cage But your the righteous ones, and life is binary you try very--stop, chuck your gavel till its sky clearing indite me? then I'm appearing in your clouded court wiped hearing, and flip pigeons with wide mirrors Heh, Cough it up, feathers on your robe leave you staring lone we weather rome's anarchy and helter-skelter roads call it the far east movement we're checking plates and mob maneuvers if a squeal looses reckless rage with iced humerus leave the field clueless respect our space and wipe pupils if we then dream boldly Well, that was mean--mostly but throwing paint at this canvas got our scrotum weight off and our integers cozy in the house with the roof taken out camo panted spiked bats on the delts marching rodents, no race zebras retreat, with backwards welts Hydrogenate the holes you put us in or enema your smoking guns it's only fair we poke some slits in that dry condom you've been poking us with outsiders, center-massed Humpty-dumpty the building while you limply fidget and tend the grass Now gimme my face back, all cold, been missing it-- shhhhh, only Christ dial shells; as for you, you keep your system shut and stop starscreamin' i-- [Verse 2: NDGO] post modern so hotter fixed in this appearance poetic curiosity goes adrift as weirdness cops will see this as attack and hit our back I stopped saying kiss my ass but now I'm in the rear view mirror clearer now, fearing cows, yeah thats the black and white nothing comes so easily, I don't know the path that's right but I know there's magnets, that'll try to hold you down some call it gravity, but somehow we fly town to town (right?) take a namesake blame fame on the taming mainstay I'm feeling one way but reeling off a hundred pages I'm on the runway they say there's stages but watch that gunplay take a done play turn it to a million billion, trillion wait that's the deficit I got a message it's don't trust the higher ups until you're higher up don't test the fire just assume you're fuckin' wired up don't trust the higher ups until you're higher up and even then...don't trust em [Outro: NDGO] movin round the city at a pace that's never given pop a pill and chill that's why we all just out here sitting smoke a blunt and kill that's how I'm feeling when I'm feeling this shit that keeps my sanity intact I know you feel it