Zéis - N/A tech

Bring your problems here
Rusted engineer
Bring your problems here
Choked up wreck this year
Can you hear this
Can you take it
Tinnitus in my head like tape hiss
And I really don't know what the date is
Guess I'll fake it till I make it
And we're naked on the snake skin
Never knowing how much we could really rake in
Limit hangs in the butcher's basement
And we're ready to fuel up the bass hit
Like a northern Belle seasoned basehead
Got 'em runnin' and revvin' another facelift
Talkin' that smack about what they tasted
My sword
(sword)
Channel changin' dreams are wasted
Seasons basted
Mouths are chasin'
Human is the object fed like material
Do you swear to bribe them
Hand on the video
Blows to the back of that little bit of soft brain
Imma feed it to you
Boots to the front
What's the matter with a light stain
On from me to you
On to the off to the flicker
Make it outplayed all American
Jump for some cover if you're loving it
Bag the kid's meal
Put a gun in it
No trace of case number 418637
We found nothing but a tape recorder in the forest he was last seen
A hiker male was the witness
Claiming the individual's body
Was in a vegetative state hovering vertically
Only inches above the ground
He appeared to be glowing neon yellow against the sunset
Unaware of the fleeing witness
The uncovered recording played the crunch of twigs and leaves
In steady cadence ahead of the recorder
Who was he following

Written by:
Zachary Brown

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