Disaster Taxon Lyrics

Out in the daytime, nights in the closet

Pushed to the brink, gonna sink- my claws in

Weirdo, hero

Paying off a debt of sweat to polyester cotton

Carbon fiber, not my own

Inside my biased, pious bones

Cars flying by, I turn to stone

And try to cry a righteous tone

But nothin comes out when I step to the mount

I can't serve up a sermon with ash in my mouth

If my stomach is turnin, the burn of detergent

Bare witness to birth all ye vermin due south

All the parents scared to death their babies might just buy the hype

But smell their breath, asbestos, meth, they're smoking through lead pipes

I wanna fight

I wanna run

Cocksucker, that's word to Patrick

Still cryin, still young and spastic

Still got a bone to pick in the attic

Still can't sit still and still an addict

Key limes, night light, Pall Mall menthols

Black box, back talk, be all end all

Then fall down, I've got my go pro

Love the place I live, no home oh

No place left for me to go when it's dark

So I sleep at the Starbucks, I eat at the park

But I've got me a healthy aversion to hateful perversions

Whose bite marks are worse than their bark

So let's harken it back to my point from the start

Because me and this city cannot be apart

They all see me as just one more bad guy to slay

But I won't go away no I won't go away

I wanna fight

I wanna run

Weeds out

Gonna pull em by the root

When they bleed out

Ttaste the heel of my boot

The shit I leave out

It'd make your teeth ache

Check that readout

Radon and methane

Insane, let's play a game where I win, you lose

Innate phosphate, lit fuse

And if your garden is in crisis, call me dirtbag Dionysus

I will flourish, make 'em hurt for all its worth, let loose

No one sees me comin as I'm runnin, they go

Ah

"Please have mercy! Please, I have a family so"

Ah

Maybe they should think before they hurt my friends though

Ah

All of us have families, we're all just people

Ah

Sick kids gettin livid with just livin, sittin in it

New beginnins for the children, stick a pin in it like butterflies

Dying right before our eyes, insipid in their lack of lipids

lifted from the lies they're spinnin, mythic, brittle, hypnotized

I wanna fight

I wanna run