Pitchshifter - Insect/Suspect Motel Kafka Mix; Remix By J.S. Clayden

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Thumb through the coins — spill the gas — take a whiff
Pick a cause — check your watch — take a risk — strike a match
The stitching in your pocket won’t hold — shake a fist
Run a chase — check the list — take a blow to the face
Stinger insects, stacked up subject
Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick
Insect inject, back to the subtext
Second and ten, never less than perfect
It never fails, when the flag turns black
Through the skin of a convict, born to harass
Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
Beg for the scraps — stack 'em on — steal a gun
Load 'em up — no lead? — skip a loop just for fun
So you want to be sicker or just sick? — take your pick
Check the box — know the talk — find a window — throw a rock
Stinger insects, stacked up subject
Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick
Insect inject, back to the subtext
Second and ten, never less than perfect
It never fails, when the flag turns black
Through the skin of a convict, born to harass
Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
So hot to look lost — show the tag — what’s it cost?
Suck it in — spit it out — cinch the noose — end the doubt
Sleep in your dreams — ask your friends what it means
Find the gaps overlaps who you are in between
Grab like a kid — pack your bags — slam the lid
Take a hit off the smoke that you already choke
Like a dog you just scratch for an answer to anything
Answer for everything — buried in lies
Stinger insects, stacked up subject
Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick
Insect inject, back to the subtext
Second and ten, never less than perfect
It never fails, when the flag turns black
Through the skin of a convict, born to harass
Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
Stinger insects, stacked up subject
Shot to the leg, never looking for a suspect
Eyes to the conflict, run across the grass quick
Insect inject, back to the subtext
Second and ten, never less than perfect
It never fails, when the flag turns black
Through the skin of a convict, born to harass
Setting fire to the flag, but the thing never ends it
See the ugly one in — let the insects win
Retching pregnant bride — when the insects win