cLOUDDEAD - Rifle Eyes Lyrics
cLOUDDEAD Lyrics
Rifle Eyes Lyrics
a murder of mosquitoes, and moths, and gnats
ravage the florescent flickering ribs of a motel lot flood light.
their frantic trajectories perfectly sketching insane in its halogen corona.
no collision... no drinking of bulbs at long last...
just a panicked moon drove dance they bang their insect eyes and mind at in the dark.
note: it takes an extended stay
Americas common black self cleaning line of ants
approximately 1&2/3rds hours to completely excavate
the fresh kill carcass of a large New Orleans cricket.
point: minnows have teeth in their throats (x3)
thrice we passed this truck all packed with pigs...
this truck is always packed with pigs.
you can not tell nor ask a pear tree
that it might only have the birds nests happen to its branches.
have you ever marveled through the pretty pith of your turned around eye
at the bug blood gut modern art on the fender of your country crossing rental van?
it then becomes self evident
that nature is responsible...
to peel deer from desert fun...
to sleep through vulture mouths...
its femur like a chopstick through the paper.
nightcrawlers all dried up on the summer sun sidewalk.
an ant with a little bit of leaf looks like an ant with an frican mask.
the red raw salmon steak in the gas station urinal.
a full feathered dead pigeon with its entire skull exposed.
a single long stemmed rose resting between two mounted antlers.
a spider spitting web on a styrofoam snowmans head.
car salesmen asleep in their cars on lunch-break under the highway onramp.
the x-ray of someones tumored skull left to scream doom from the gutter
with all the other preventative waste, no name no face.
all the oil drills on some sick sedated rhythmic robot.
rape mode like brain-washed flies at a carcass.
the highway shoulder dead dogs fly devoured eyeballs,
as garnish to a four lane state road.
and all the southern cali orange trucks headed to somewhere theres winter.
one armed men changing tires in the shoulder
for pretty ladies and their well dressed daughters;
engine oil boiling, undercarriage eaten by a billion ants of rust,
bacteria gang-banging in the window cracks.
a single long stemmed rose resting between two mounted antlers.
ravage the florescent flickering ribs of a motel lot flood light.
their frantic trajectories perfectly sketching insane in its halogen corona.
no collision... no drinking of bulbs at long last...
just a panicked moon drove dance they bang their insect eyes and mind at in the dark.
note: it takes an extended stay
Americas common black self cleaning line of ants
approximately 1&2/3rds hours to completely excavate
the fresh kill carcass of a large New Orleans cricket.
point: minnows have teeth in their throats (x3)
thrice we passed this truck all packed with pigs...
this truck is always packed with pigs.
you can not tell nor ask a pear tree
that it might only have the birds nests happen to its branches.
have you ever marveled through the pretty pith of your turned around eye
at the bug blood gut modern art on the fender of your country crossing rental van?
it then becomes self evident
that nature is responsible...
to peel deer from desert fun...
to sleep through vulture mouths...
its femur like a chopstick through the paper.
nightcrawlers all dried up on the summer sun sidewalk.
an ant with a little bit of leaf looks like an ant with an frican mask.
the red raw salmon steak in the gas station urinal.
a full feathered dead pigeon with its entire skull exposed.
a single long stemmed rose resting between two mounted antlers.
a spider spitting web on a styrofoam snowmans head.
car salesmen asleep in their cars on lunch-break under the highway onramp.
the x-ray of someones tumored skull left to scream doom from the gutter
with all the other preventative waste, no name no face.
all the oil drills on some sick sedated rhythmic robot.
rape mode like brain-washed flies at a carcass.
the highway shoulder dead dogs fly devoured eyeballs,
as garnish to a four lane state road.
and all the southern cali orange trucks headed to somewhere theres winter.
one armed men changing tires in the shoulder
for pretty ladies and their well dressed daughters;
engine oil boiling, undercarriage eaten by a billion ants of rust,
bacteria gang-banging in the window cracks.
a single long stemmed rose resting between two mounted antlers.
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