Yak, The Atlas - Twist // 11-7 Lyrics

I transmute the bullshit to a fact empirical
Lacking every colour its an artificial miracle
Resin on the fingertips, blood in the cuticals
Pulling pins and needles out the pressure points, the usual
Your life of fucking pharmaceuticals
Your constant squeaky chairs, lines of endless cubicles
With heffalumps and woozles appearing in peripherals
When's the last time I ate breakfast or cereal?
I'm searching for that soup for the soul
You living goldish flushed down a toilet bowl
I used to not give a fuck and spread the sow
These childish thoughts are nightmarish to me now.
But still flowing out of a syrup spout
You're shitting out of your mouth
That's awful

I've gotta twist the future with my own hands
Goddamn, goddamn mister business man
Understand we are less than grains of sand
I've gotta twist the future with my own hands
Goddamn, goddamn mister business man
Understand we are less than grains of sand
I've gotta twist

Hit me with a clock wipe
As I poke the whole hornet's nest
Cards in my spokes vibrate
On the next tirade, weights off my chest
Can you feel the unrest migrate
Day to day staring hell in the face
So is it bland to the taste
What kind of trail do you blaze?
You know me I stay astray
This come up like the crime rate
Going all primate, ap on the strike raid
And trippin on these untied laces
Up the stairs in some mazes
Just like me I'm so aimless
Acolytes, accolades, shit

I'm a grave shift, I'm a grave shift, I'm a grave shift

Open your eyes celestial fish
Pulled to the skies, a hook through the lip
A whole life span, blink a minor eclipse
So I ain't ever felt like a plastic bag bitch
Have some catnip
Spaceman Spiff and think about it
Consequences, myths to the masses
My friends built a ship that we council in
That's a cardboard box to the past calvin
Where's hobbes?
It's a barrage, hit'em with the faux pause
Skimming the roll off, high as some pole vaults
Nothing left to go on but the scenery
Pump anxious me full of nicotine and caffeine
Cause I'm unraveling

I'm a grave shift, I'm a
I'm a grave shift, I'm grave shift yeah
I'm a grave shift yeah

This is motherfucking yarn, bitches