Eisel - Copacetic Lyrics

So easy on the eyes
But so difficult to stop
I'm nearly out my head
But I left myself unlocked
Suckin' up the blood
That I spilled over your thoughts
The entry wound is nothing
But the exit tears you up
I think I singed my tongue
In licking all my wounds
And now I'm fuckin' branded
And I'm burning from the fumes
I'd like to see this sung
So you could have some proof
I might be heavy handed
And I obfuscate the truth
So gratefully unborn
And fighting only comfort
Of illusory destiny
Instincts crushing bumpers
So why you look forlorn
In stretching out the hours
Everybody's made of dirt
Everybody's fuckin' sour
I wouldn't say I'm bitter
But more so copacetic
I'd tell you that I'm sweet
But I'm scared you're diabetic
Umami for your fingers
Since salt is just pathetic
The pungency is palpable
You're breaking my aesthetic
Every time I meet the rot
Forget everything I've gotten
All my arteries are wrought
With the vainest kind of stoppage
It's a presence I can't stop
Though its form remains uncertain
And my substrate's awful spots
Probably cringing when I'm hurtin'
I made enemies with god
And acquaintances with urges
Can I tape over my clock
To just live inside the lurches
Always coming in so hot
Let 'em split me like a surgeon
'Cause I swear I'm made for nought
But there's something else emergent

So easy on the eyes
But so difficult to stop
I'm nearly out my head
But I left myself unlocked
Suckin' up the blood
That I spilled over your thoughts
The entry wound is nothing
But the exit tears you up
I think I singed my tongue
In licking all my wounds
And now I'm fuckin' branded
And I'm burning from the fumes
I'd like to see this sung
So you could have some proof
I might be heavy handed
And I obfuscate the truth
So gratefully unborn
And fighting only comfort
Of illusory destiny
Instincts crushing bumpers
So why you look forlorn
In stretching out the hours
Everybody's made of dirt
Everybody's fuckin' sour
I wouldn't say I'm bitter
But more so copacetic
I'd tell you that I'm sweet
But I'm scared you're diabetic
Umami for your fingers
Since salt is just pathetic
The pungency is palpable
You're breaking my aesthetic
Every time I meet the rot
Forget everything I've gotten
All my arteries are wrought
With the vainest kind of stoppage
It's a presence I can't stop
Though its form remains uncertain
And my substrate's awful spots
Probably cringing when I'm hurtin'
I made enemies with god
And acquaintances with urges
Can I tape over my clock
To just live inside the lurches
Always coming in so hot
Let 'em split me like a surgeon
'Cause I swear I'm made for nought
But there's something else emergent