Sickwebbing 1-4

On Dani Compose

Sickwebbing1: Fucking Hell

It starts with one

Snake in a box, oh god

A cynical thing in a positive pod

Death rakes fingers everyday

We get the place but we lost the god

I laugh; laugh like I always have

A dad with a plan will snatch it, grab it

Fuck a mother with it in a shatterproof lab

Bastard happy, stab, stab

Stab, the pastors come at night

I’d have the case if I’d done it right

They’ll all go free, they’ll walk tonight

I’m appalling, stalking, talking fight

The law was right to take my hands

The devil had a stake in my demands

They land a paper flavoured fan

On my face, write large were maybe plans

I ran, I run most all the time

I’m scared; I need a ghost to ride

I took it in blood, now I’m spilling out

I shook with flood and I’m blinking loud

Some animals knew just what to think

Barrels of clues in a smallish sink

Mobs of abuse came at my head

They broke in smoking tourniquets

The world’s against me, same old shit

I’m damn-d-d-damm-damn-damn I skipped

I ran for a tower, they made me trip

And slip; fell hard like they cracked a whip

There’s nothing on Earth, it’s all in hell

I said it before; I called it well

Oh well, I’ll just get drunk from this pale

I didn’t quit, I, uh, something, failed

Sickwebbing2: There’s a Hostage Situation

Once upon a time in a jungle’s mouth

I asked for no sounds and I wanted them now

I found a witch doctor whistling loud

Making sounds like you’d hear from the fissioning ground

By the pound he salted me, I needed a fix

Some screws and a wrench, just picture this

A therapist with a staff and merciless wrists

All cut from the teeth he struggled against

I got his number from a dead man’s coat

All beaten and kicked like a lab rat’s soul

His wife wanted answers, acted serious

I can’t think straight, I’m delirious...

He said go home, I said say it again

Cause I have less money than a married man

And I have no home, all I have is help

Too many bastards on this planet spinning around

I grabbed at snakes mim-mim-icking vines

The clock’s always broke on skin-skinned alive time

The moon was full like life saver, damned

Like the life worth saving, a fissioning man

He gave me a potion worth a million, I guess

He smashed the fucking glass on my brilliant chest

The shit went black and I woke up next

On a boat, some ship, on my way to the jungle...

Fucking salvia man broke the world for me

Made a time warp, curled some days for me

What a waste, I had no face on me

They all wondered aloud if I’m crazy, maybe

We spoke the same like again and again

And again, couldn’t die, didn’t want to pretend

Reliving an ancient dream and learning

How to solve this puzzle, the world never stops turning

Spinning

Fission

Sickwebbing3: Last Rites of a Vagabond

The jump off, I’ll cover it,

I’ll covet it, ill coming in

A sickness needs a mother, it

Will something something under it

Brand I can trust, hold hands to the cuffs

Since when was it illegal sniffing ground up doves?

I’ll market this thing like I sold them on death

I’m the first buyer, last lion sucking at a pest

The rest to the fire, I need their faces

Last testaments and their sweet briefcases

Traces of their lives sequestered to files

Quotes from their investors stacked in piles

The umbrella came next, the most crucial thing

I took it in hand as the city was singing

Living in the middle drove me kind of silly

I carried it well so nobody would kill me

When it opened up it showered love

When I closed it, well it powered, hummed

So loud they thought my body was rhythm

So I leaned deep like I was worth ten million

That umbrella saved my life, saved my life, say this!

That umbrella saved my life, saved my life, god damn!

Give me that back, don’t you touch my shit!

Step back, give me back my umbrella, you bitch!

This toxic rock shit filling the shelves

Grave plot boxes, mock it if you will

I live in your homes with a tedious smile

Teetering on the ring between genius and child

I need to redeem my failed inventions

I sold my soul for one good chance

But it seems I’ll never die, and not to mention

I never really lived, I just worked and descended

Sickwebbing4: I rememberremember You

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Don’t get me started on this story...

Damn to the numbers, and damn to the dirt

I live underground where doctors don’t work

And oh, lo and behold the dead

The infinite pits of severed heads

I hit some girls, I smoke my sticks

My neck uncurled and I wrote my list

The world is buried; don’t give a shit

I am you and the joke’s on this

Down go the graves, they say hell is wet

I’m clouded by the sound of bells being hit

And clowns, nonvisible, they clap in fits

Flung far in a picture of war with the misfits

Death is your best bet, meth is the next best

Met with the bed stretch, left on zigzed

Never been round since infinity, oh

I was born upside down up a misery pole

Damn, now I-I-I remember you

We were roomates doomed to November’s shoe

Dude, or lady, you’re inside out

Kinda-kinda wedge of ceiling on a hi fi floor

D’I don’t know how you ended up here

I don’t know how I ended up here

Well man or lady, I’ll show you how to kick back

Pimp slap pig mask bastards like a zig zag

Hey, you need to know about zigzed

I mentioned it before; it’s a good word, good word

But we can’t stop running; we can never stop running

See we got gills, we sit still they fill our shit with pain pills

Wow, then they bring the pain like comedy

My name is the same, blame b-b- bombs on me

I’m no kind of king, I just like to talk

And I like to walk the tribulation with y’all

I’m the president of what could have been

Keep running with me through a wasteland’s teeth

Beneath the shadows sit live mens’ hats

Halfhearted like the king bat’s thunderclap

Zap zap go laser fingersnaps

We stand before the cliffs of the king’s decay

You’re my best friend since the last one passed

In the next life we’ll both be bastards, man