I float around a room, folk noping out in tools (?)
In confession by the morn, tenants going down a tube
People tossing out their dogmas after pausing all his moves
The walk is not a mathematics that is taught in schools

The wave is not as innocent as bopping to your favorites
When you opt in as a comic on the dais, I'm saying
When you lock in as a tile and a mosaic
Any play as if your molecules can take it

My molecules are holding
I hear you, but I'm picturing my happy place
Somewhere in the smoke and mirrors, Holy Spirit activate
Act the fool the racclamator, I can give an actual fuck
The universe will catch up and recalibrate
That's what's up

Had to AWOL off the Wayfair
It was that or blow his top and drop you all at doggy daycare
I bet I find the crystal and return before you fizzle on the way there
Crowdfunding train fare, yo

I'm in the wind, I show up on a whim
I whip around the woods, I rattle every limb
I dip into the city, I agitate the sins
I crash into the house, maybe take it for a spin

The on air on
I'm instantly ejected from my office chair
To haul off and punch a couple cards
Hey, I'm walking here

Office square with snow tires on its chest piece
And eyeglasses sticking up to start a fire next week
Pour a million, not some arbitrary park-and-ride
To get your party parted from the party side

Starry eyes, sorry
I know you plan for setting black and stark white
The truth is harvested in areas that marbleize

Zero time for the bullshit
He said eating sushi, closing deals at a full spring
The dotted line wolf print
Dollar sign eyeballs
Ever mismatched with other slot machine icons

Wire walker, the watcher over your diorama
Dive bomber, divide conquer and find water
Night for them (?), I'm eye-poppingly not right
Never mind what's in the pot pie

Yo, I'm in the wind, I show up on a whim
I whip around the woods, I rattle every limb
I dip into the city, I agitate the sins
I crash into the house, maybe take it for a spin

When he cut his palm and bleed on the altar
Things change
Lights blink and earth's shaking
People taking sick days
Ghosts in the graveyard ring the bell six ways

Coffin splinters situated underneath the fingernails
Sail searching for the holy grail of zingers
The mingest of digs, the shrink wizards and the interns
Kingdoms in the cinders
Entire ecosystems in the digits

Dust to dust, it's just business
Trust, stick and move, rock and strafe
I'm in the spot like a cardboard box with legs
Pop up, shock and dismay
Pop down, just a prop that cannot be explained

It's a problem, the oddly off course nor'easter
You're playing possum, wakes and orders up
Twelve-egg omelet

Lights shooting out from under the door
One thing before you fetch whatever's tucked in the drawer

I'm in the wind
I show up on a whim
I whip around the woods
I rattle every limb
I dip into the city
I agitate the Sims
I crash into the house, maybe take it for a spin