Dead Man's Float

Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on

Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on

Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on

Go away, be extinct, disappear, float on

Yea as we walk through the valley of the shadow of death

We shall fear no evil

For we are the most evil motherfuckers in whatever valley we choose to occupy

Gentrify, overtake or drunkenly speed through

And it's we, the hitchhikers with tired thumbs

Often greeted by middle fingers, imagery lingered as the tires spun (it's tiresome)

Now conserve your energy and lay face-down in the waterways

Seek guidance from the sirens calling out to you from those watery graves

Bodies are on display, bloated and holding their crown jewels

Instead of flotation devices, they decided the house rules didn't apply to them

Got baptised in the name of Neptune and then died for him

When the ice was thin, dead man's float for those who don't like to swim

Don't fret cause help is on its way, it'll be here any day

Just stay still and do nothing buddy, remain faithful, you're gonna be saved

And when you meet your maker you can explain

How there was a cemetery of support behind every wager that you placed

All the chorus of every deceased beast that came before is sweetly saying

"We all float down here and wait for riptide to sweep us away"

To the valley of the shadow where we shall fear no evil

For we are so cerebral, we, the ghost people

With the poke of a needle, pop of a pill, we, the pole survivalists

Holding onto the steeple like a lightning rod to show that we die for this

It's been said "faith could move a mountain"

Faith couldn't even move low-income families away from Biblical floods when they were all drowning

There's not a doubt in my mind and there's not a cloud in the sky

There’s just contaminated rivers filled with waterlogged subordinates floating on by

Float on

Swimming through iron limbs of the knighted stiffs

The skeletal remains of false praise, the slow decay of yesterday's recycled gifts

They're drowning in sorrow cause they pray with clenched fists

Shamed by the broken promise of tomorrow, the guilt sticks to the ribs

And it's ageless, and it's ancient, and it ain't shit

When compared to the present, so all hail the king

While the paupers and peasants return to the so-called essence

The war, the famine, the death, the pestilence

Float on

Float on, float on

Float on, float on

As I proceed to finger the prints

The worst of luck ain't always bestowed upon the old and weak

We stick em, hahaha, stick em where the ocean's deep

Go to sleep young one, have sweet dreams of someone

That you'll never meet, but you'll speak of often whenever you talk in tongues

The coffin comes in the form of a canoe, no paddle

No info, no manual, live slow, don't be so quick to storm the castle

That's survival kids, put an oxygen mask inside the tackle box

Your limbs and abdomen will sense when the pressure of the cabin drops

Shut up when the captain talks, the secret of the enlightened

Is to preach against whatever it is they practice in the dark

We're all born free, we die by the shackles we adopt

Enjoy your buoyancy, right up until the very last drop

The dead man's float, the deadpan joke

The cold touch of a stranger, the left hand stroke

There's no right hand man, the bedpan spill, the dead man's still

Face-down in his own waste, while we chase

A shadow in the gallows of the valley of death

Where we shall fear no evil for as long as we can hold our breath

Float on

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