A cursed puppet theater. Lyrically absurd and sharp as a bone dagger, the track spirals through a distorted tale of third-wheel possession, mythic flirtation, and demonic theater. Whisper stacks gasp like a lich mid-laugh while the bridge turns into a haunted nursery rhyme. By the time the chorus hits—you’re already in the woods. And someone’s not walking out. Mood: Blair Witch on cough syrup, post-romantic and pre-ritual. Lyrics: “Carlll... that kills people.” What’s this I do but tremble... in awe and tempo. It is I Cyclops six shot, no Hollister, no holster, just spit. Revolver trading hands like John can’t find his pen; dim wit. Limp like bar-hopping for clover, drunk on a bus, sick. Got bloody with her, so slick. She rode saddle, mad. Giddy-up, witch. She swore it wasn’t the broom she swept with, she loves to throw fits. She’s candy in an Apple Store, trying to credit licorice. Hold the door; she’s got a man? Damn. Maybe we should call it quits. Wait. No, never mind. Proceed with charm, he’s five-six. Careful what you say these days, come summer Will Smith with Wesson chips. Pecs got tecs; we all saw what a bad joke did to Chris. Had me there, Moriarty But I won’t play minnow to big fish. Do we find it ironic at sea She skips ship to swim? Ginger root in tea I sip; pond on Amelia split. Tardy dinner date; don’t worry, Achilles, I covered the tip. Let me spell some advice for bugs of little wit: Dumb and deader get resurrected contesting the breath of Lich. Welcome back, my newly born garden Just north, there’s a wood where you’ll find a meadow. Supper; it will run. And it will suffer. This... will help you harden. They speak? No. They bless with peace. Pieces. Pay the parlay’s fee. Even as Muckmouth, I echo, still, even from distance. “He’ll turn up any day.” “Oh give it time. Wait and see.” I most assuredly am damn sure That he absolutely won’t be. Pulling thin strings like fish line down shit’s creek. Depth perception like Hades in heat I can’t seem but obscene. I stare. I dare. I tempt Don’t flirt with he of little trust, wrong mirth. She wakes to my morning song She’s a real gone girl. Cigarette as paparazzi pops off over Nikki; born worm. I’m a fallen angel; Bartleby with Loki’s grin. My horns been. Seraph are you sure I’m the apothecary you’ve forspent? Famous last words; dose too alchemical. Update: awkward. Taking Back Sundays since she fled Cold Feet’s lil frostwork. Gerard, where’d the romance chemical go? The parade’s still stalwart. Coriolanus? Law-abiding halter? Nah, he who must not be sued. I’m a butler named Walter. Peckish puppet; dance for me. Learn my wings: Hermes, bird and horror. Need an old priest, young priest, Seven’s Freeman, three wise altars. An altar, incense, more sense, Fincher to direct it; plus holy water. Okay, that might’ve got Barca to stop barking; haste to Hastur. Act with me, and the Final Destination gets darker. Jigsaw game, train ticket, freight train, airplane Dexter, clean up, go shower. Be back in an hour. I am the Zodiac symbol; double Aries. Pentagram Sam; solemn golem. Little bite. Scrappy bark. Man. I am the Zodiac symbol; double Aries. Pentagram Sam; solemn golem. Little bite. Scrappy bark. Man. Deer in the headlights On the Devil’s highway In his spotlight Run, run rabbit; hear the hordes caw Here comes the BITE. Welcome back, my newly born garden Just north, there’s a wood where you’ll find a meadow. Supper; it will run. And it will suffer. This... will help you harden. They speak? No. They bless with peace. Pieces. Parlay paid. Muckmouth still echoes, even when decayed. Like a ventriloquist If she’s bitching? I didn’t see it. Can’t. Won’t. No evidence? We... can’t believe it. “What do you mean went missing?” That’s a whisper. Phonesthetic preaching. “He’ll turn up any day.” “Wait and see.” But privately, between you and me... We’re all alone out here. Look at me: I’m absolutely sure he won’t be. Don’t worry about what’s in the box. Us three... Pulling thin strings Like fish line Down All Of Shit’s Creek. Depth perception Like Hades in heat. I can’t seem much more Do you fine me... find me obscene?more