The Bends - Doomtree

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)