Hidden Garden Cult - Vultures on the Cliffs Lyrics

Vultures on the cliffs stutter when i spit matter is a myth no matter what i spit
I am in it problematic scary

This castle is a construct of immeasurable dimensions of theatre and school
And empty parkade for skate sessions and
Waterslides to the ocean and maximum retention forest to the free-mall and lookout tower on suspension
Where the grass is lush and green and blooming ever in elation
I am elated by the prospect of a night spent in this placement
Pacing endless in any direction finding everything amazing
Cascading like i'm faded but vivid and wildly lucid
Phase brave ablaze crossways chase gaze malaise in ways
Prays hay-days and replays paraphrased
Nowadays polyphase un-phased slantways and back-ways
Phrased edgeways in pjs player
This isn't the age of pen
This isn't a place for men
This isn't oxygen it's all imagination man
Yes oh yes its fresco to death oh
Peanut with a knapsack of hoodrat cassettes
Oh and mexican blankets and bff bracelets and pbj sandwhiches and thc cigarettes
And cbc podcasts and cbs broadcasts of such rad content as rip arthur

Shit now pull up in gunships we are about to enter a restricted airspace
On the backs of our hypogriff mischiefs who are bridled with the skins of whatever defeated by it
Luxurious penetration macabre mutilation syllable placement masturbation
Patience toxic masculinity shamer mixed philosopher sicker than athsama
Hotter than this track is fire cloned and basic
Take me to your leader bring them to me meet them their maker bring them to crete
Show me a desert of unbearable heat and i will show you a strange and incredible feat
In my left you see a hammer in my right you'll find a rabbit and when i put the two together you get
F*ck
Magick?
Alright settle down now let's keep it copasetic this is all morphogenetic and this was simply metaphysical
Get it?
Put em up together! thank you. wasn't this clever? never
Maybe malevolent... maybe in a nice shirt and a cosby sweater?
Or maybe try putting on pants? maybe that would be better
Maybe hold your complaints and try to suck one egg all together

If you take a lesson from this sequence's measure
Let it be that everything is happening differently and together
Like light passing through prisms again and again and again and again and again to infinity forever

Vultures on the cliffs stutter when i spit matter is a myth
No matter what i spit i am in it problematic scary vultures
On the cliffs stutter when i spit matter is a myth no matter what i spit
I am in it problematic scary vultures on the
Cliffs stutter when i spit matter is a myth no matter what i spit
I am in it problematic scary vultures on the cliffs
Stutter when i spit matter is a myth no matter what i spit
I am in it problematic scary vultures on the cliffs