I've been binging my periphery's
Sifting through litter that didn't fit inside the pigeon beak
Just to see the epitome of what isn't me
I let the dishes hit a peak then hit them with the kitchen sink
My inner critic's been addicted to swishing the listerine
I'm nothing clean up shits creek in a vintage submarine
That sprung a leak knuckle deeply in love with the rubbish heap
Its comforting Sistine Chapel in a mustard seed
Sixteen Kabbalists one tungsten beam
Screwed in tight then scrutinized by the shutter speed
Not a blunder slips by the googly eyed homunculus
Buckle in for the suction drip of Buchner funnel disc
Pucker kiss the junk it's exalted it's all for one omit
Nothing it's a function of loving all of your sunken ships
Bloody mess and sickly sweet syrup on the landfill
Theres nothing left to do but burn the stirrups on the anvil

Dropping the claw machine in the rubbish
Hunting for something that wasn't
Polished clean by the pumice
Midas with detritus where god is deep undercover
And the highest of alliances all convene in the gutters
Dropping the claw machine in the rubbish
Hunting for something that wasn't
Polished clean by the pumice
Midas with detritus where god is deep undercover
And the highest of alliances all convene in the gutters

I'll put some high tech jargon in a pyrex jar
So I can bisect art from artifice when the light bends
Pardon the wide lens I couldnt afford more with a harlequin's stipend
Kaizen the slag to platinum plaque swagger
Lab rat in a hazmat fracking the trash stratum
Half magic and half madness abra ka dag nabit
Phantasm crash landing in a sort of salty water toffee
Port-o-potty mortal body with some bad habits
The cat's pajamas at portal hopping through handcrafted
Origami snapdragons hoarding all their smashed atoms
Tapping balderdash data trapped in balls of glass amber
Jackhammer timbre in an uncharted shame walk
Straight through the gaped maw of the junkyard chain chomp
Trump card blessing the spokes and spinning pestilence
Into genuine hope of pulling a gem from the pulp

Dropping the claw machine in the rubbish
Hunting for something that wasn't
Polished clean by the pumice
Midas with detritus where god is deep undercover
And the highest of alliances all convene in the gutters
Dropping the claw machine in the rubbish
Hunting for something that wasn't
Polished clean by the pumice
Midas with detritus where god is deep undercover
And the highest of alliances all convene in the gutters