Phylactery Lyrics

Mhmm no I don't like that

I ain't got nowhere to put my spice rack

And unless you want the next meal to taste and smell and awful lot like almond I suggest you gimme my Knife back

Keep buying the wrong lightbulbs

Maybe that's the secret to all my bad ideas

And in a last ditch effort to right a couple wrongs

We fucked in a display bathroom at Ikea

I wanna be who I was when I got here

And that was the type of guy who would point to a point on the horizon and say I wonder what's there.

I'm gonna go there

And I would go there

Now its just me, I gotta be particular about things

Her voice is my mind's filigree

and I look past where the bird cage swings

Half my past reflexive mystery, and these strings is high strung

You never shoulda left, and the fool in you cries some

Clutch the keepsake close to your chest and pray for asylum

And with whom shall you choose to walk when that dreadful time comes

Begone, evil spirits, akuryo taisun

Maybe the shoe don't fit, maybe it's cuz clown ain't my size

I turned in every assignment but the damn dog ate my prize

After all the time I spent with my mind indented I guess it comes as no surprise

Sometimes it takes a big old pile a shit to give a man somewhere to climb

To make him manhandle some rhymes

I stand on the panhandle at times

Crammed full of the ham and bull that I rammed and pulled from the can of spam I fried

Didn't plan for the crampin' abdominals and my glands feel amplified

God damn man, I thought I died for a minute

Found a broken state and tried to hide myself in it.

Dropped the meditating and defied the infinite

Maybe learned a little late you don't decide what's definitive.

Just eat what's on your plate, pick a place, reside in it, kid.