4 Days out 4 days out What is your brain on now? I think Im walking on eggshells So ill chew it up And ill spit it out Okay okay okay Okay negotiator Guess ill come out with my hands up this time What would you have me do? What would you have me do? 8 days out 8 days out Where do we go from here Im not sure if I can get back from there But ill be sure to at least give it one try Did you miss me? When the lights went out Okay negotiator Ill try and come out with my hands up this time What would you have me do? What would you have me do? 9 days out 9 days out All that for a drop of clout Bet you bit off more than you could chew Well then I guess the third times a charm Plz take this blood and write out your name I pay an arm and a leg So plz make it more digestible We are not the same What would you have me do? What would you have me do? 4 days out 4 days out What is your brain on now? Im not so into your ideas But ill chew it up And ill spit out Okay okay okay okay Okayokay okay okay Okay negotiator No ones taking me alive What would you have me do?

Have you seen this man? Its a pattern of behavior Outta the fire And into the frying pan The apple doesn’t fall Far from the tree Bound hands And bloodletting All the time in the world With no timing Im not afraid to die But I have a little fear of lightning And I found god I can do no wrong Out of the fire And into the frying pan The apple doesn’t fall Far from the tree Bound hands And bloodletting Saying your doing so For god and country All the time in the world With no timing You’re not afraid to die But you got a little fear of lightning But you found god? You can do no wrong? Ill get sober And do it all over Ill still be the same man Ill still be the same man Outta the fire And into the frying pan Its a pattern of behavior High on my own supply Ready to meet my maker I can do no wrong Blame yourself or god Have you seen this man? Its a pattern of behavior He gets a mouthful of spirits And suddenly he’s my savior I wanna do good I wanna do good By god and country Deliverance comes regardless Possessed by the devil that is jazz but I found god So I can do no wrong

Do the dead Do the dead Do the dead Do the dead Speak to you Well this’ll do the trick This’ll do the trick This’ll do the trick A bird in hand Is worth two in the bush So why the long face Why the long face Its easy money Until they catch you Catch and kill Im coming to my Coming to my Coming to my Coming to my Senses That’ll do the trick That’ll do the trick That’ll do the trick The brighter the flame The bigger the shadow So why the long face Why the long face Its easy money Until they catch you Catch and kill Do the dead Do the dead Do the dead Do the dead Speak to you Well this’ll do the trick This’ll do the trick This’ll do the trick A bird in hand Is worth two in the bush So why the long face Why the long face Its easy money Until they catch you Catch and kill

caustic rituals Gaslight a bewitched lighthouse Canned laughter Black Friday Coming back into style Second thoughts Heard 3rd hand I don’t wanna die But I guess I’m gonna live forever So I spit out the spirits Moving mountains second hand Gaslighting a hornets nest Fi Fae Foe Fum I smell the fear Of a bunch of fucking men Peacemaker And the lights are too loud Before the head rush Might fuck around And start a Cold War Mercy Yeet myself into the fucking void as above so below You don’t know what you want from me And its as tho you’re just killing time On your last chance to try Young blood All bets are off Seeing a light in a mirror With no fucking end Handout Spotlight effect Godspeed transmission And at the end of the hunt Hot stepping bee keeper With a ground loop hum Im going south To suck the light out of the light house Mercy Cut up method Straight posted still In your weird dreams Deep dive into Stockholm syndrome All the bets are off And it all sounds the same Young guns and their anti gospel rhetoric Backfired and whiplashed while the water is Five feet high Sight seeing With your left hand And a lazy 3rd eye Well this is a fucking game changer Poisoner Autocorrect Sorry its just ritual habit In this essay I will Mercy Ok boomer You feel the spirit of the holy fucking ghost? Living a half life With the humor of the gallows Missed my count 1 2 3 Thanks I hate it But I knew the whole time Before the spin out Before the nightmare feelings Black Friday Canned laughter And the cold case Pulling teeth In a crawl space While a problem dog Counts arithmetic King of too fucking far And when they see you It’ll be dead to rights Mercy.

It’s always the same excuse It’s always the same tired nonsense Pot shot pot shot pot shot You’re not even trying No effort in care No calculation of time A fake mask of a cold heart You won’t even wear on your sleeves And you won’t come out into the light You won’t come out into the light At least wear I can see you And I thought you were such a sure shot But its the same lazy habits that got us into this mess Fuck, got me into this mess, got me into this mess There I go again Blaming myself over and over again Nothing makes it easier Nothing makes it right I want a clean A clean fair fight I wouldn’t hold my breath On good graces or a break in habit At this point its just survival The only excuse that has a default of acceptance And even thats not enough Always a shift of blame No accountability You scream into the mess And it screams back at you Screaming match In an echo chamber Can’t fill in the blanks can’t see straight Just sputtering mute spells Into the dark Don’t you have a heart? Is the irony Of this apathy That the body is nothing Without it Now I’m choking on the tip of my tongue What do I need to do To convince you Drag you out in front of everyone? I want a clean A clean fair fight Its always the same excuse Its always the same tired nonsense I thought you were such a sure shot But you’re not even trying No effort in care No calculation of time A fake mask of a cold heart that you won’t even wear on your sleeve You won’t come out into the light You won’t come out into the light At least where I can see you And its the same lazy habits that got us into this mess I want a clean A clean fair fight.

Every night Without missing a beat At the witching hour A million miles of thought Blow my head out And in under a second Im just a vessel “And I need rest too Like anyone else Like anyone else” I need my bones To take root And my thoughts Run like the river that it is I can’t make up for the wrongs that This adds up to But when I grow up I wanna set things right I hope I can set something right The comedy of man Is that we make everything in our image The comedy of man Is that we make everything in our image Why make a deal with god When you can make a deal With the son of sam Why make a deal with god When you can make a deal with the son of sam The only good cowboy Is a dead cowboy Playing games with myself Knowing I’ve rigged the damn thing Target practice with things I should trust Or just let fucking go And its doing nothing for my aim Why Why Why Why Why am I like this Im not losing sleep This is what its coming to And I’m not losing sleep If someone comes for me Its my responsibility to hear them out What do I need to tell myself To MAKE me Shut My Fucking mouth The figure 8’s that women must do To stay straight Staring down the barrel Of the male gaze Its an unjust stalemate Its an unjust stalemate The only good cowboy Is a dead cowboy

Careful who you’re friends with Cuz one day they might get you killed Caught in the headlights Gag order on the odd dog out The living and failings Of actors That scream and cry on a screen But credit where credits due Eye for eye And tooth for tooth Lesser of two abusers Put your mouth Where your money is Black pill blue No matter who Hark! Hark! Could you keep it down Hark! Hark! You’re just barking like a mad hound Who do you think you’re fooling? Who do you think you’re fooling? You let the devil in You let the devil in So Careful who you’re friends with Cuz one day They might Get you killed Caught in the headlights Gag order on the odd dog out So “who can you love?” “Who can you trust?” Gag myself With a fucking death grip These are not your blood brothers And everyday It gets Harder and harder to trust each other Contact tracing All our shitty behavior A wildfire fever That we just Can’t Can’t put out So Hark! Hark! Could you keep it down Hark! Hark! You’re just barking like a mad hound

I see a fantasy I play pretend Wearing masks With my friends I am your mirage Im just your fantasy Who is going To believe me? Im just your fantasy That you’re just hanging on Im just your fantasy That you’re just hanging on I don’t need it I just want to Feel it The angles on the clock What do you need from me It takes time It takes money Im playing with your heart Im pulling on your strings Growth is time Time is money Growth is time Time is money Growth is time Time is money I don’t need it I just want to Feel it Im just your fantasy Im playing pretend Wearing masks With friends I am your mirage Im just your fantasy Who is going To believe me The angles on the clock What did you need from me It takes time It takes money Im playing with your heart Im pulling on your strings Growth is time Time is money Growth is time Time is money You know the rest

Will the end Will the end be entertaining? And In the same In the same, breath You’re Lying through your teeth Clipping Wings Clipping Wings Pass the buck plz Clipping Wings Clipping Wings Pass the buck plz Bona fide Bona fide Fugazi Bona Fide Bona fide Fugazi Nail it to Nail it to Nail it to the wall The Bottom dropped The bottom dropped The bottom dropped out Supersize Supersize ur McMillions Supersize Supersize Ur McMillions For Better Or Worse For better or worse New American Cowboy For Better Or Worse For better or worse New American Cowboy Bona fide fugazi Bona fide Fugazi

I often think about How the west was won Trail of tears Trickle down There will be blood Walking on wounded knee In this economy Is a mixed bag But better late than never Better late than never To get back Get bags Get back Get bags Get back So I backstab the rapture Its a new wave But it looks good on paper Working up a sweat To no effect Take me to church Test the water Get down on hand and foot And pray It does no good here It does no good here Working up a sweat To no effect I often think about How the west was won Trail of tears Trickle down There will be blood So I backstab The rapture