Lead feather never met a clear victory
Met his share of fishtailing in zero visibility
Fishing for a whisper of symmetry in the dead cells
Press one for the pharmacy, party people, send help
Return address where every step is a suspense film
And sunset is someone else's blood over condensed milk
♥♥♥♥ send chills, center what you got left
Scatter if your shadow is shaped like a Rorschach test
Swamp thing, pond water leaking from the bucket hat
Seaweed over bloated feet, respond to "What the ♥♥♥♥ is that?"
Me, I'm off a Mothership that buzz in from another map
Conductor of the upper hand, pluck you off the cul-de-sac
Line drills on the grindstone
Irrefutably on line one, I'll hold
Eye of the coyote trip around the high beams
Yipping at the train yard in and out of Lightspeed