Lyrics The Bends - Doomtree

The Bends

Oh, there prolly ain’t another way / and I watch so amazed / and float through
everyday / hoping I don’t float away / that I don’t float away
(Stef)
Cold world, no blanket / dark nights, no Batman, what up?
/ I keep a nail in
the hand and a hammer on
the nightstand / locked in, no B plan / Keep the mouth shut, let em stay lost /
radio up, radio off / Either
no guts or it’s so what / rather read up then trust my neck to the blood suck /
Full moon, hand fulla silver bullets / high noon all day with these assholes /
How soon is too soon to pull it when I doubt they count they paces at all / So
fly took a bullet in the wax wing / so high but didn’t get the chance to melt /
so tight how when he came down didn’t even look scared / just eased on back
into the veldt
(Hook)
(Sims)
The woods are deep / yeah them woods are deep / I was drinking that cheap shit
to fall asleep / and really solely to hold my feet / because these days I’ve
been taking that heavy so lightly / that I might float away completely / in my
psyche I’m the natural man in a Black Friday stampede / LED murder spree for
cheap / and the video screams Worldstar War Z / I’m feeling dirty but feeling
so good I just smile at the thieves / fold up a note in the breeze / I’ve got a
few miles to go before I concede
(Hook)
(Cecil)
You got it wrong, but you got it made / a lot of weight but you gotta wait for
a lot of aid though / and I’m not a maid or amazed by the raise in your payroll
/ ergo silence the offers / High-wire walkers, child actors / ain’t vying for
your father figure fodder / Otter out, we outta town, you outta line you lil
faulker / taut line from the dock to the Oscars
(Mike)
And I’m reading like a Rorschach / hiding lines in the pantomime,
allegory in a smirk / Where my eyes won’t take you my moves do that work,
a nonverbal creep / Where the O.G.s weep / slide, slip, test glide / Connect
like catchin rec like R-E-S-P-I-R-ation from the Westside / Now it’s strong in
the Midwest in my own nation
in the pot / like the seeds to the crop, Doomtree No Kings cut the top / head
em off at the neck, better off dead, dead em all / better them than you, right?
/ Forever type shit
(Hook)