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Star Clusters

from SANDS by ATOMS

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[ALASKA]
Christ on a triscuit think it's happening again
The hedonistic habits that inhabit half of him
That hasnt had a glimpse since the wagon took his trip
Since he's gathered all his wits now he's lathered for a sip
No responses from the sponsors no family, broken promise
Promiscuous and pompous his partners wrote off the drama
The man as an island, the man in the wild and
The man as a child dialed up and accepting smile
He's busted he cant be fixed
It's a kick for the self destruction
A maladjusted misfit
Some say sickness some say fuck him
But him he's so about it shrouds him it's his religion
When he's living at his proudest and he's shouting at oblivion
That's him his identity who he' was meant to be
The righteous reverend of ruin consuming a liquid remedy
Collision course with booze is fuel for the vision loss
The blind faith the wisdom flawed a coward till the courage poured
Lives shattered, life tattered selfish pride flattered
Arrogance is bliss over the teeth and through the lips
Hes a shell hes a husk hes in hell he's a lush
He's exactly who we he thought and I was guess it wasn't enough

[HOOK]
Star clusters inside of his heart
Shimmer but pools of starch stiffen in tubs of dark linen
A balding mark cracked
Upon the porcelain and inside of his poor skin
An unwelcoming door mat

[WINDNBREEZE]
Awaken through the pages
Sages gaze is like a laser beam
Intensely sensing something simple subtle floor the wager green
Roulette standing statistician sacrilegious
Grab your bridges burning through the chips and booze and buzzing makes a major dream
Knowing faces pacing patient piece of mind'lll take it teeter
See the summer hot and clumpy take a bump from thumb and junky starts to speakin,
Colors flashin fashion passes season
Of the slurry garbled sorry hardly breathing
Partially peeing on himself the second self embarks the teething
Increase the booze and blues'll sooth the loosest screws and freezing
Release the rouge and soon the doom'll choose the newest evening
A beast aloof can't see the truth the dude confused is dreaming
Or walking dead with demon
Zombies dancing in some legions
Calming masking up for thieving
Palming asses for releases seaman
Sass for steaming broccolini cars are crashing venus
Saturn seen it  rings around his fingers and his eyes are sinking
Inside his cranial painting a portrait
Painfully slanging the softest
'cain'll keep major reports of people
Turn corpses in mortuaries
In darkest they walk with worry
No worries they often flurry the coldest winter is nearing..
To an end with the bubble gooses and black scullys
The truest friends will share couple spoons of that smack lovely
The bluest skies will descend the heavens in dark cubbies
Finger painting their faces leaving a stark mugsie

[HOOK]

[CRYPTIC ONE]
He's in a hurry 
Path is clear and vision blurry
Crooked walking, slurred talking
The wheezing turned to coughing 
Just another morning of the one foot in the coffin
And he finds himself here all too often 
The other foot now planted firmly on the gas
And the bottles and the baggies resting gently on the dash
And the music on blast
Bobbing head off beat
Adding to the track sound with the street tire screech  
As he’s losing his eats
Bits and pieces of his digested dinner meats stuck between his teeth 
"Good grief!"
What's wrong with this clown?
"It tasted far worse coming up than going down!"
And he laughs about that for a bit between spits
Opens his eyes just in time to catch a glimpse   
Of something thats blurry and moving in his path
Stomps on the braking pedal
But......"oops" that was the gas 
Hears the sound of breaking metal
In between his laughs
Doesnt wait for dust to settle
Takes a swig from his flask
"Home at last"
Stumbles out the car falls with a thump uh
Sees something stuck underneath the front bumper
Dislodges the mangled tricycle frame
On the hood of his car sees the blood splatter stains
Just the same ole same he cant change
Falls to his knees and cries to the skies out in shame
Insane

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from SANDS, released May 6, 2014
Produced by Cryptic One

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