The Big Sleep - Kill the Vultures

In walks the bellhop snow blind and shell shocked

One step from none left and six ways from cell blocked

The wheel well rots in the pivotal year-Nearly fell off

Your fears fall deaf on the criminal ear

Subliminal steer of static sounds clear

Now turn it louder than the panic ‘round here

Plastic frown smeared on the presidential portrait

It represents the portion of those hesitant to worship

Blue and red lights scream louder than the sirens

Cower in the silence or be showered in the violence

Sour from the time spent counting fallen angels

They ain’t dead, just tangled in the web wit all ‘em strangled

Damn right the freaks come out at first faded light

So hit me with your high beams or get out of my sight

Apologies were stricken from the record ‘cause the quality was measured

Peep the tall obscene that falls between the letters

Bathed in a haze of the opiates we crave

Save us from ourselves and our appropriated ways

God bless the chemical rain

I’m praying for the big sleep to lay me down easy

Swing low, sing sweetly

No pulse, pale eyes, can’t reach me

With blurred vision, mouth full of fire, slurred diction

Muffled sounds coming out the trunk via curb kissing

Earth splitting bass shakes the neighbors awake

You hear them car alarms barking like they been through an earthquake

Go chase the demons to the riverbank

Baptize ‘em til they stop movin/ it’s either swim or sank

I seen a shimmer faint glimmer of light

But that was way back when and now its only the night

I swear that they talkin' ‘bout me/ I hear them voices

From the next room over/ good thing I ain’t sober

Throw that chain lock on the door turn off them lights

And pray to god that you stay outta mind, outta sight

Radiator from hell shaking, spittin' up steam

Drunk cops on the rooftop blowing shots at the stream

Caught in between the crosshairs and walking the plank

And now I’m lost in the haze of the fog of the dream

A single white rose slides under the door

And we both bolt lightening while it thunders and pours

Hunger for more its empty and you wonder what for

Number the war and figure you can’t comfort a whore Dirty kitchen floor

epiphany no color included

The others abused it specifically so love it or loot it

Suffer the music/ interrogation room with a view

Sit quiet while we figure out a new day of ruthless