(Vita es morte es vita

Life is death is life)



Found nothing but the feathers and the skull

On the porch like a present with a bow

Dinner's in a black earth gutted and uncoupled from the patchwork

Buried by a seven year cherub in the backyard

Epitaph and all

Disciple o' the cycles and sciences of birth in a fertilized hyacinth

Life in the vitamins invited up to cypresses

A testament to moxie in the miracle of lifelessness

It's tricky when you'd rather rot into the soil as a nutrient

Than navigate this mortal coil in human skin, dig

The nuances of putrefying jelly

Hit the levee when those feathers are a cancer in your besty

And I pick a ginger gold that's fed by a drunken uncle

One from a customer pumping that sumner blood work

Remember them ascending settling any high scores

Forty meters up with the heart of a high dive horse



[Hook:]

Paint "No Rules" on the water tower [x4]

Impossible, impossible



(Hold the f**k up

Who is you talking to?

Cause ain't nobody talking to you

You can't do a motherf**king thing)



I told my ex in '97 I was falling on my weapon

Ripped the phone up out the wall

The 'Po would drag me from my bedroom

An embarrassing ordeal involving hospitals and questions

And the kinda doctors who use words like "cognitive" and "spectrum"

While explaining why you're selfish to romanticize a ruse

And watch unruly roots pull you to Lucifer by your shoes I mean, it isn't perfect but don't misconstrue the purpose

Any urge isn't discernible from community service to the kiddo

Plus she'd make a beautiful widow

But that's an altruistic ticket to a room with no windows

Hmm you'd think he would've learned back in the eighties

When they pulled him out of class over concerns about his safety

But he didn't, it wasn't cause he doesn't get the message

More he doesn't judge a man by how honorable his death is

On a scale you made up anyway

Half past out to pasture

Whether clapped or batteries in backwards



[Hook:]

Paint "No Rules" on the water tower [x4]

Impossible, impossible



(Check this shit out here

Don't be trying to come all for me

Cause you is not all of that with your f**ked up haircut)



I had a pet lizard, he never got an obit

Fed him crickets, it was dead a f**king month before I noticed

An older me would note that whether disposable goldfish

Or theist, we certainly become the Earth as equals in a circle

Unique until the spirit isn't willing

While the flesh is still a staple of the labor forcing whistling

It's roadkill evoking emotion his own totem don't

That's a reality you evade or grow to own

Social code broken, a hierarchy to gasp at

Black labs over wack dads on the admat

Tabby over parasite, bats at the parish

A civil war becoming of ungovernable atoms

I'm born from the guts of stars and black tar pits

Iron Maiden denim paint the devil under grawlix

Crawls out a clawed coffin to huff and puff

Somewhere in between the dust and dust



[Hook:]

Paint "No Rules" on the water tower [x4]

Impossible, impossible