bjørn slåder - Carnival

Abrasive is the matchbox
Caught up in the tar pits
Picking out his targets

I guess it's really where the witch sits
A broom or staff that was used by the tigress
Little bite the tyrants, gigabytes of high res
But instead

It's Black magic chemistry
Alone little petty piper reading up on history
While he's high on ketamine
Somewhere tossed the Murphy street
The silent cypress eats his dreams
Inside a box underneath the overpass
All while he sleeps

You'd rather be dead than look at the moon?
You mean you'd rather be dead than have to accept the truth
It's a cosmic move meant to relay and improve
But insecure bob would rather seclude in monsoon

Though he's not quite here
Nor he's not quite there
Chemically dependent on the state of
"I don't care"
Every move that he makes is towards his next high dear
Captivated by the probables of needle eye sligh drill

Take a ride on the carnival, you do or you don't till you die then you'll go to hell
Take a ride at the carnival, you do or you don't till you die then you'll go to hell

For a price winter turned towards the light and the zeitgeist
You gotta wonder if the pull is worth the fight
Or maybe he just takes enough Acid to take flight
And he's lost somewhere between the day and the night

Sweater weather and a cup of coffee that just tastes right
Verbalize the struggle that resides inside
Asking his company for a soft insight
What was received was a toss for a religious right

I guess the strife is really lost within ice
Or maybe ego keeps him occupied while he's staring back inside
Nevermind, the conflict and his manner of Ike
Ain't designed to handle this tangible trike

It's a trial and tribulation of fornication that was fortified
Remember that this breathe decides for all of life, born and died
Do as you like but understand that it's probably time
To move the probables up into the front lines

Face blasted with lies
A poor use of time
Dussle Huffler acting thwarted
Forward aging hidden tactic
Cookie jars and dirty water
Pizza boxes, burning plastic
How fantastic, black as magic
Prophylactics, xannie actics

Take a ride at the carnival, you do or you don't till you die then you'll go to hell
Take a ride at the carnival, you do or you don't till you die then you'll go to hell

Written by:
Zachary Grubb

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