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dr. zygote - all air lyrics

[jam baxter]

right foot hoping in a little tiny room
left shin still inside the womb
i strolled in looking like a gargoyle
stinking of massage oil
grinning like a loon
black cat hissing at the foot of the bed
i guess we can’t freeze time so we cook it instead
i share my skin with a brittle drunk skeleton
in silk shorts thumbing through the book of the dead, peace
cackle like a cartoon witch
i’m out swimming in the dark, who’s this?
it’s always best to hang up on a chick with mad hang_ups
especially when she’s chewing through the last few strips
creeping
safe from the blue bottle flies and the huge block of ice that girl is going through
as she parted the beak and flapped her wings hungrily as i regurgitated my men who dealt d
maybe we should stop this, it’s merely a suggestion
tiny flakes aggravate the piercing in her septum
she poured out every last tear from her collection
on a logfire camped in a clearing in my bedroom
but no point crawling at the matter
when you’re snoozing in a hammock on a mountain in oaxaca
see my mind’s still sliding through the city in the silence
and i lost it in the former and i found it in the latter

i’ll be anchored _ right there
we tell you we don’t need sh_t
it’s all air
no we don’t need that, we don’t need that, no
i’m waiting at the deep end
are you alone?
are you alone?

why am i the only one drinking in this b_tch?
started my descent, still twitching in the lift
i was on the devil’s doorstep singing him the hits
till he punched the wall and put a single finger to his lips
guess it’s lights out, guess someone’s gotta sleep
i reclaim your features when you’re crumpled in the heap
and then purge on the hothead fl_stered in the heat
i’m a weird one, i can’t blame the company i keep, nah
set up shop, peddle some words
he shot to sp_ce and left his empty sh_ll on the stairs
pitched it in the morning with his limbs torn, crawling
i can spend the night foraging and wrestling bears, done
your brain burst in my hand
the moon is a deep fake, the earth is a scam
and every giant is a lost little girl in a pram
i left my heart softly steaming in a turkish hammam
i gotta run
face down in a soft ricotta cheese
truth still fizzing on the tongue
take a step back, i gotta breathe
now kids, it’s time to recoil
we sit there sharpening our t__th
pearly white specks in the soil
magma still bubbling beneath
and you ain’t gotta worry cause i’m anchored _ right there
we tell you we don’t need sh_t
it’s all air
no we don’t need that, we don’t need that, no
i’m waiting at the deep end
are you alone?
yeah, are you alone?

- dr zygote lyrics

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