Yak, The Atlas - Telescopes Lyrics

Good morning fire eaters
Its nice to meet you
It's time to overthrow the leaders
Dont fear the reaper
He don't involve us bottom feeders
Got a whole team of lucid dreamers
That's gonna revolve through your speakers
Good morning fire eaters
Its nice to meet you
Its time to overthrow the leaders
Dont fear the reaper
He dont involve us bottom feeders
Got a whole team of lucid dreamers
That's gonna revolve through your speakers
Aye my dude
Fresh out the mystical space typhoon
Flipping through some old runes
Burn down the damn whole foods
With some banshees from the bayou
These hoes are so loud
We're at the starting point now
I dug two graves out for your revenge
As aimless as this reckless pen
That cuts words that I write
In the flesh of my skin
As I bear and grin, just to learn to begin

It's like presto
And I let go of that mess tho
Take a hold of these telescopes
That look into my soul
It's like presto
And I let go of that mess tho
Take a hold of these telescopes
That look into my soul

Oh child, please dont pray for me
As I'm falling from infinity
You're wasting all your energy
There's a thousand fucking guillotines
My third eye ain't quite calcified
We all see me unraveling
But what else can you expect from
Mister name your catastrophe

Unraveling, unraveling, for you, for you
I'm unraveling, unraveling, for you, for you

Lost in the breeze, barely asleep
Used to believe more like electric sheep
I can hardly eat, I will not spare a morsel
Get down the motifs, and it's not nearly cordial
I'm leaving you this piece of me so I can be immortal
Status update, am I okay, comfortably numb
Finite focused rage, feeling everything at once
Anxious head case, inconceivably drunk man
He's fucked from the jump
Reaching out, stuck in the mud
He's on the cusp of oblivion
Lying rough on the strongest winds
Feeling tough in the bong rips
Refastens his asteroid belt
Glossing over the cards he's dealt
Witness the birth of a casanova, welp

It's like presto
And I let go of that mess tho
Take a hold of these telescopes
That look into my soul
It's like presto
And I let go of that mess tho
Take a hold of these telescopes
That look into my soul

This is motherfucking yarn bitch
This is motherfucking yarn bitch