Ace Montane - Radical Flank Lyrics

Misplaced caress, warm not so gentle sun kisses
His face, he open eyes, peaks idly outside, with grace
Crimson light seeps through the blinds
Merely an unusual sunrise, no surprise
Pristine clothes, finest attire, each piece a mask,
Forming armor, peace not fire, is it too much to ask
Neat leaving sweet suite, getting to the car
Partners bizarre fretting view seen through bell jar
Splattering liquid rubies against the glass die (what)
Clatter of thoughts thick, clouding glass eyes
Unease lingers, he doesn't know why
Disease no please, clutches molly to mollify
Congestion anxiety multiplies, leaves the car its time
Question, new city, defined by debris and slime
Say goodbye to reflection when there is no time (no time)
Goodbye reflection, there is no time (everywhere)
Decay, not really sure why he decided to walk
Palpable air, tangible unease, dread view blocks
From behind blocks, they like grim sentinels allow
Specters float, there is a ravine but it closes down somehow
Gaunt, emaciated, haunting wave of apparitions
Exerting fated daunting conviction despite the condition
But what they want, molding this atrocity exhibition
Obvious fission, contrition mixed with premonition
Soon surrounded, he goes on, making no sound
Floating 11 inches above the ground
Not to drown, he goes on making no sound
Floating 11 inches above the ground
Fractured reflections in funhouse mirror he saw
Vacant, hollow sockets, being pulled out by claws
Cracked, parched lips then jaw start to thaw
Misery drawn, yearning for something long gone
No warmth, so fragile, yet so resolute
In uniform, grow from the shadows, no suits
Like swarm en route of porcelain dolls
Brutes galore, they storm like in hoar chains thralls
They die piece by piece, leaving shards on the ground
On fried streets, dried bits of souls scattered around
Brittle, tattered beasts, whispering tales of despair
Hard to bare, pleading gaze, he is impaled with stares
Warped beyond recognition, grotesque monsters
Reaching toward him, statuesque blown blur
Of outstretched, like rotted branches arms
Cacophony of pleas, sends shivers down his spine
It's time, it's time
It's time to run, city roars, breath quickens, he turns right
Turns left, run straight, air thickens, burning fright
Panic grips, alley twist, jumps ahead, fear propels
Heartbeat skips, almost slips, thread of red, foregoes hell
Ends run, he tries to calm down
Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out
He tries to stay, he tries to stay
He tries to stay 11 inches above the ground
He finds a bar next to the beach, that wasn't here before
Harder to ignore anymore, what's goin' on,
Tho no time for seashore no time to explore
Clenching ticket, his future, he opens the door
Straight to the bathroom, in the mirror glance
Search for the the contours of his forgotten face
Futile attempt to find the resemblance
When silver helmet humanity veils
Table next, waiter asks what he wants is he blind
Looks at his face, once again hard emotions to find
Helmet hides, is there anything behind
Nevermind, doesn't matter, he orders Peace of Mind