strut into to a new year
stuck in a rut of new gears
superseding sequence feeding trophy room of bluebeard
who's here? call present second a motion i'm proposing
to destroy the annum by composing some oh so imposing
opuses supposing it's appropriate to blow to bits
the coda and flow over it we're going to need an opiate
and fifty-two strokes of brilliant genius
stitch it all up into one that's seamless
pitch it across the plate and drop 'em late if it's convenient
but vivid or not the vision is hot and we're gonna pawn-to-queen this
stop me if you've seen this, or tell me I don't mean this
but I'm on the top and the bottom of all of the oddest improbable dream lists

I'm'a build a keep here brick by brick
I'd be going out if I wasn't so sick
I'm'a hibernate till the springtime come
spend the winter holed up sampling drums
i been feeling ripped off, stiff as the breeze
why do all the pitstops hit you in threes?
i should have known I'd do right by me
I would have been wrong but I would have been free

this is a plea, there isn't a lot to see
I'm beginning to rot am I living or not
can I give what I got to the trees
or maybe the seas, can I seize the day and be
can y'all just take a knee and break a leg and waive the fee
I am intimately up in infinity slipping a mickey in all of the drinks
I am a flaw hidden deep in the law within all of this straw is a needle I think
every enemy every envenomed IV or anemone spreading the love
it's mostly supposed to be ghostly
a rodeo do-si-do show so there's no need to shove
no there's no need to shove

I'm'a build a tomb here brick by brick
I'd be dead already if I wasn't so sick
I'm'a melt the ice with the fever I got
toppin out the mercury believe it or not
i been feeling ripped off, stiff as the breeze
why do all the pitstops hit you in threes?
I should have known I'd do right by me