The Four Winds

Lyrics for The Four Winds

I never don't float with the four winds Sweat cold, piss warm, make war films No doors on the forcefield, radio ahead I log any palpitation of the web Whether aphid or angel of death Entertainment or threat By the end, you're a savory crepe Models that mar every orbit and corner, it's horrid There's more exhibition than voyeur, oh boy Cold dawn mist incarnate Every day, I wake up in a different carcass If I climb out quiet I'm myth before tea I see no need to initial the tree I seem to have run out of skin on my teeth I look like I feel like a fish in a beak I look like a dick in my picture ID But also the pic isn't me, huh Sideways rain that chew the zoo up Okay losing a shoe in the mud Okay losing a shoe in the mud Okay losing a shoe in the mud Sideways rain that chew the roof through Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break out Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break out Break out with that bullshit money Break out with that bullshit money Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break out Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break— Break out Break out with that bullshit money That— That— That— That bullshit money If he cultivate the grit that make a foal deface the brick That make a bolt escape the fist Some days on the road to make, he miss And make the whole of the probe equate to piss Blood rain, I'm a phase of the forecast Storm through space like a blade through stored fat Graze over the gate in the gore-fest Ain't really play to the neighborly format Great, baited adventuring out of his norm is a lesson in mapping the doors Anything more in the lap of the gods Anything less an imbalance ignored Seems like even the ragtag grab bag Raise eyebrows when your rat pack quack quack Spitfires that kiss the pitch dark He rows a big oar He spins a grim yarn Sideways rain that chew the zoo up Okay losing a shoe in the mud Okay losing a shoe in the mud Okay losing a shoe in the mud Sideways rain that chew the roof through Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes Sideways rain that chew the zoo up Okay losing a shoe in the mud Okay losing a shoe in the mud Okay losing a shoe in the mud Sideways rain that chew the roof through Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes Home The one with the red cross sprayed on the door and a mountain of mail on the porch The one with the pit trap cloaked in the grass and a thick black smoke from the cracks The one with the werewolf chained to a tree and a circle of flames at your feet The one with the ominous regional lore Why? Which one's yours? Ignore that, don't care Toast the march of uncombed hair It came from beyond the red coals and road flares XO, bring his own moat to the social I'm so stand offish, nobody's host cell Don't, just, just, just, just don't Pulled to the flames while pushed to the rope I get the hooks in, I hold the helm down I stand the hell up, I see myself out