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84 PLOTS Lyrics by DEADPAN

THREADING BLOODLINES

2020

[Verse 1]
There he goes again, serotonin coma at the sunrise
Seek siestas as soon as I’m slipping out of shuteye
Rupert Murdoch seeping right through the crushed blinds
Living life in fun-size
Ensimismado, indefinite pause
Solitary pea in the pod, grind between facades
Tech-Decking the law; fucking fellowship talk
Protected, but never settled the second I step in the hall
Very enthralled
Season’s greetings to punctual focal seizures
Cut to the break; assess the wreckage when the photo is cleaner
Crumbled abodes underneath heavy eyelids
Stains stick on the pearliest white kicks
Only look down when the fright hits
Sky pitch-back by five
Paint chipped, might trip
Bleak buzzer blared the fucking minute the light dipped
[Chorus]
Spent the whole summer on lockdown
Only holed-up house on the block now
Spent the whole summer on lockdown
Wishing that these murdered-out winter clothes could block sound, yeah
Spent the whole summer on lockdown
Only holed-up house on the block now
Spent the whole summer on lockdown
Wishing that these murdered-out winter clothes could block sound
[Verse 2]
Shaky, quaint cottage; peers are playing house in the antebellum south
Derelict petting grounds; based on the questionable setting
Submitting my ecru complexion as a gown
With a gossamer film that gets the kids to cut the exposition down
The spring breeze shreds my paper skin on the first of the month
Perfect patterns pat the puny plot from which my purpose sprung
Tournament luck set the scheme so our corrosive germs wouldn’t touch
Do your diligent service and shut the fuck up
Your suck puppet thread count is probably through the roof
Engendered in those military boots
Stuck in between a lonely rut and a clueless crew
They’re nuke boosting while I lose the coup and flew the coop
[Outro]
My family crest is branded stern on my bird chest
Grief forced a bated strain on my first breath
The dirge is my theme song
Expressionless look when the dust settled on my first steps
My family crest is branded stern on my bird chest
Grief forced a bated strain on my first breath
The dirge is my theme song
Expressionless look when the dust settled on my first steps
Credits
DEADPAN

DEADPAN

About “84 PLOTS” by DEADPAN

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"84 PLOTS" appears on "THREADING BLOODLINES" in 2020.

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