Subtitles by the Amara.org communityWords like tidal waves will sweep me off like quiet cavesAnd count my fireplace and tell me where I lieYou make the moon's got a crutch, it's trying to hold meMy hands won't budge, as it comes from out slowlyMy words spur to perfect, I'm a surgeon with a scalpelWork until of her precision, it's inertia unbalancedSo boredom and annoyance at my past work, I'm scared of itAnd all these * people see me, it's my first experimentSo back on my bullshit like an addict or lapsin'I'm her, how I act like lateral passin'A passion factory that haven't been tatted in blackAnd you feel what I'm saying no matter if it's fats or a capAnd you feel what I'm saying no matter if it's fats or a capHigh school ass like flatulence bladderAnd lathered on a bathroom wall that's both plastered inLast year had me acting like a rat in a labThis year found out it's charging battery acidHad me throw out my frozen ass, get my old groove backAnd new name Mr. Bloom always speaks true factsMaybe, cause it's they confusing coolest catsAnd everybody already * knew thatWords like tidal waves will sweep me off like quiet cavesAnd *** my fireplace and tell me why I lieAnd make the moon's got a grudgeIt's trying to hold meAnd my hands won't budgeAs it cooks them out slowlyNow don't get the stress and emphasis that meant to be identityAll my * friends are meant as entities and that's the end of itConcept is elementary like jotted rhetoricIt's here head correct to fit it in a sombraIt's coming on my head erects an S ahead of mangaSlip through the cracks like ass goers and hockey buzzCats told me I knew one way was not enoughGot that * banged called a potty funkNot a right of waves, I'm okay with the tide shiftsEven my days, white kids hit an irisAll these tidal days, skies will rain on my crazeTurned vibrant, new precipitationSides flakes from my ice race to * proveIf I'm the older me, I'll soon be older than allSo I'll burn ahead of him like mortal rodents in a cobra's denSwither and shiver and he knows flow is colder thanSo hit me in my ***'s if you know I got a coat to lendWords like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet cage and*** my fireplace and taunt me while I lie awakeThe moon's got a grudgeIt's trying to hold meAnd my hands won't budgeAs it cooks them out slowlyWords like tidal waves will sweep me off my quiet cage and*** my fireplace and taunt me while I lie awakeThe moon's got a grudgeIt's trying to hold meAnd my hands won't budgeAs it cooks them out slowly≥