Supercell
    (专辑: The Impossible Kid - 2016)
    
    Die already  None defy the 
one-man walled city  Stone made flesh, veins etched in his hands  88 stance draped in invasive plants  And rain dance unsafely, brace for the 
supercell  Mutiny or footage for your blooper reel, who can tell  Pours hot tar from the 
top of the 
barn  Necktie on his head, condor on his arm  Dog Star in a 
jar, bordering unsustainable  Mea culpa, mea culpa, maybe I 
should pray occult  Systematic Catholic or sigil of the 
Baphomet unraveling  Either way his ID show a 
snake and skull  Always been a 
private dude who couldn't keep a 
tally  Of which lies he told who  Dye his hair, shave, change names and his lazy drawl  Soon enough I 
will estrange you all  I 
get ghost   (Now the 
free throw!)   On Dasher  Half-dead carolers deck a 
hall, wreck a 
whole advent calendar  Brother on speakerphone lurking at the 
Burgerville  Bathrobe hammer toes murdering the 
curb appeal  Would I 
be returning or forsaken with the 
craven and  Carnivourous vegetation that take him for his Steak-umms  I 
dunno I 
gotta think about it  Truthfully I 
don't know which makes me a 
bigger coward  Either stomach all the 
hubris, cash in his two cents  Loose lips locked up over a 
chewed Eucharist  Or, maybe re-appropriate the 
energy  Holed up, passing the 
poultry to Hecate  Bullheaded burn out fled his own pedigree  And never better, never would've met your Heaven anyway  Anyway, merry merry go make soup out of bones  Just know when the 
room go cold  I'm a 
ghost   G-H-O-S-T  Ghost ghost ghost  He's ghost   Flea comb, exorcism and de-worming  Fitted for a 
curse and a 
crown of birds circling  Search party falling forward unthwarted  Meet him at the 
crossroads drawn and quartered  For a 
master of puppets, how sad are his cupboards  Non-dairy creamers, can of last supper  And a 
runneth over cup full of black tap water  Its a 
marvel of privacy over pack hunter  Raspberry jelly on his Jesus toast  And turn heather gray sweats into Easter clothes  With no immediately measurable crimewave ice-age  Christ children still skin a 
cat sideways  I 
don't pick teams or administer bans  I'm in the 
creek with a 
pick and a 
pan, it go  Forcibly ejected or a 
voluntary death scene  Tell 'em what the 
out-of-order blinking EMF mean  Ghost