Lyrics

it wasn't meant to
end up here under this hex
you could be gentle
my preference is for the burlesque

opportunistic as marcescens infections
I look at you and a cold sweat runs, in sections

everyone's looking
up to me but I cannot lead
everyone's waiting
but I'm sidetracked with all of this weed

antecubital imperfections / confections
I see it's you: expect deflections / affections

she didn't send up the drone
setting them all up the wrong way
sending them all in ahead of her

this landscape is getting to me
setting them all up the wrong way
sending them all in ahead of her

it was judgmental
I'm judging you hard, my dear
on your opinion
I find it lacking in trifling ways

opportunistic as marcescens infections
I look at you and a cold sweat runs, in sections

you're not an angel
but you're angling hard for this ass
my minds direction
is painfully easy to grasp

antecubital imperfections / confections
I see it's you: expect deflections / affections

she didn't send up the drone
setting them all up the wrong way
sending them all in ahead of her

this landscape is getting to me
setting them all up the wrong way
sending them all in ahead of her

look over your shoulder
doubt the order
I'm no leader
get me out of here

it isn't mental
to question if it's Kafkaesque