Blood collects in bursts beneath the skin.
Sucked it hard enough and let the wrong one win.
Waking up, doom still settles in.
Forgetting what I did and wait for when.
Here comes a dirty one.
My son's a rocket man.
blast off and he'll be gone.
when you get home from work,
he's out for a ride.
Best you'll get is a pudge nub stumbling inside.
Rip around. Hear me riding by.
Dopplerized and mowing down the countryside.
Buying time, I've built myself to lie
Fifty miles wide and Ten feet high.
Here comes a dirty one.
My son's a rocket man.
blast off and he'll be gone.
Fear is taking over me.
Turn around, notice I'm in hell.
The sign says...
"Tickets are free if you open your mouth
and let your thoughts come out"
credits
from Split w/Spowder,
released March 14, 2019
Additional back up vocals by Sarah C
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