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deadpan - deeper treads lyrics

[verse]
yellow plastic bat taped black
last little venture i was great at
call it a side hustle or minor pursuit ‘cause you know i hate that
maybe i’m side+eyeing life
winding road to the middle+child syndrome, looking for ways back
city’s covered in gray ash
inhale a breath of the park i used to play at
slide out of focus, slide out of focus
one+track passion tacked on, doesn’t fit in the runtime, vie for the bonus
didn’t pick the third rock from the sun
hurdle the ever+popular bach number one with a flop of a jump
glass diamonds shine on unaware crooked fingers
before pointing at the band, make it through the wringer
if the chorus evokes unholy urges burning in your throat, better book the singer
little melisma for fun, six syllables in one
crack, pop sizzling hum to the pitch of the militant drum, uh
stick+figure+stiff critics listen to william hung
yet tell you, “stick to those predictable funds,” dumb
they said i can’t eat the cake i already baked
made it from scratch, finally gave me a half
said, “don’t make it last or spread it around,”
so i ate the whole thing, no taste
bitter aftertaste settles in post+haste
won’t waver on bold flavors
take a sober moment to savor the sweets of the labor
these hands made bland plates at low rates
deserted tables, blown candles that smoke snakes
surrounded only by smoke snakes
cunning statements, sly or slither
run in the race ‘til i’m tired
living underfunded, misguided pariah
turn around, face the choir
back to the whites of their eyes
sabers in my spine, pray they miss my spine
frayed+thread laces tied makes clay feet safe inside, raising the wire
can’t believe these mud+gray laces on my feet again
giant steps leave deeper treads
follow the steepest+beaten craters that lead to the end
thirty+nine degrees, wait for breaks, these are the bends
chest heaving, greenheads feasting
giant steps leave a rip in the den
most would never leave a dip or a dent
and would rather wither instead
let my giant steps send fissures and pen a signature ten
written in lead
[post+verse]
nick sent the steps
i’m clipping in the red again
and again, f+ck it
still hitting send
uh

- deadpan lyrics

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