Sickwebbing 9 and 10

On Dani Compose

Sickwebbing9: Biggest Eyes

I’ve got no more money, I’m dirty as a sin

As busy as pedophile’s fingers in its lips

Shit, friend, I just don’t know how to help you

My slum’s compounded like encyclopaedias dipped

In monoxide, smoke puddles all over the street

Don’t need to eat but I, uh, need defeat

If I get too powerful I just might fuck some shit up

Duck and cover, motherfucker, the flagpole’s lit up

Colours so amazing you shoegaze your way through

The back alley of my library on your way to

My cemeteries stacked with the follies of men

I don’t know where they found you, but you’re pale my friend

I’m out of control, I’m shaking in fits

These fists are holding tight to Gemeni’s lips

And this is my story, it’s a visual trick

Smoke and mirrors, some lipstick, unrealistic physics

I came for the gold and left with the pavement

Made some statements, made me amazing

Stayed on the scene, grazed in my placement

The house of mirrors where I had a facelift

Face it, basically I adjust the stasis

In which your idols are frozen; encased in

Misheard their words and made you a racist

I just know their names, but you know their faces

The limousine downtowned this cat

Left gasoline in its tiretracks

Lit up the city on its way to the palace

They all missed the scene where the stylish were ambushed

And where are your gods now, where are your gods?!

You’d have better luck with golden cows; divinity mobs

All it took was a limo and a son of a bitch

To blacken your beach and pull the veil up

And I’m not debating their existence; they’re idiots, kid

And I’m not playing the science card; mine are all legit

Minor or big, pious or atheist

I’ve witnessed this business- I’m not impressed

From the rockest bottom I looked up far

My eyes got bigger living in the dark

Maggots sticking to my conviction – stars

Lighting my way through the fiction and bizarre

Sickwebbing10: Curtains Hesitating

Cool cats are always trying to get out. It’s as true and eternal as the road

Time makes either heroes or cautionary tales. Villains live in the moment.

And that’s just the way I see it. These are my thoughts.

And this is just about some of the things I have to say.

Some car better come drive down this god damned road.

I found clowns thriving, knee deep in her traces

Down, down, blinded by the fighting in their faces

I live here now; the truth was so forever I can taste it

I can’t let you down if I’m living in the basement

Every other word is you

I know you’d love to understand

I know this puzzle is absurd to you

I am riddle drunk; it’s all part of the plan

Some car better come drive down this god damned road.

I don’t believe in bowing; I believe in dynamite

Fire fights and diseases made of diamonds, exciting

And where were you when the gaps became real?

And where were you when we collapsed against the shield?

You were nowhere – I dare to hazard a guess

I’ll use a dead king’s words to elaborate a lesson

The best and sick, the pests and the wicked

They left me in the flesh to reverse bless the peasants

Some car better come drive down this god damned road.

Your damn mouths open look like dirty pores, and

It’s hopeless, the book of deaf ears that I spoke in

I still got your asteroids stuck in my orbit

You know what time this whore is? Where the fuck are your kids?!

Woke up last night; god damned car hit me dead, dead, dead!

Cut me up; I’ll never die

Shut me up, I tell no lies

Coffin me, the children fly

Into the buildings, terrorized

Cut me up, I’ll never die

Cancer, bullets, paralyzed

The worms will know what I would do

The wind falls grim and they come for you!

I don’t believe in bows, I believe in now

This car paved the way to the underground