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Jumpscare Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ragdoll playing dead

Rabid dog in the yard, car won't start, it's bees in your head

Daddy longlegs stride your home like Cecil Rhodes

Death poems folded in breast pocket in my bed clothes

It's a dark road, but it ain't no accidents

No coincidences, it's all praxis

Some drove, some crawled, some ran glancing backwards

Some ran ravenous

Tender is the flesh, slender imaginary friends

This winter, you'll eat to live

Summer, heat blew the grid

Rabid dog in the yard, car won't start, ragdoll playing dead

[Chorus]

One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the natives work the pits

So you don't eat the fish

One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the planes and ships sit

It's a grip

[Verse 2]

The vaccinations was TB and whooping cough

Looping, looping thoughts

Morose villagers queue in the sun, an ouroboros

From the church pews, you could see the deep blue of the coast

Fresh green wood burned blue, those who can see appearing in smoke

The dead don't speak to the living, something not for us to know

The dead drift like empty boats

My people fled to the mountains, but it's nowhere the white man won't go

[Chorus]

One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the natives work the pits

And you don't eat the shit

One strip of tarmac lay through the wilderness to where the planes and ship sit

It's a grip

It's a grip

One strip of—

[Verse 3]

The English language is violence, I hotwired it

I got a hold of the master's tools and got dialed in

I'm downwind with the drop

I'm Deng Xiaoping, smoking oil in the wok

I'm caught

History is a snare struggling, rope ever more taut

On my death bed, chuckling about all that time I bought

Afrofuturist Acura Legend on the cinderblocks

But I bet if you toggle the wipers with all four doors locked

It would still be like, "Voila"

[Outro]

A horrid sight

The blackest gnome