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jezebelle jar - fienyx lyrics

man, what a beautiful day
you ever dance with the devil
in the pale sunlight?

i met her in the yard, like, “what up, hunny?
nothing, huh?” in the cut like a dust bunny
“why the long face?” looking at me sideways
’bout as bewildered as a puppy with the primates
funny, “well, listen here a minute ms. jezebel
i ain’t only taking a chance for head or tail
nah, your light caught the cornea of my eye
from the corner, where you and the coroner coincide
pardon, but your golden hair’s parting the shade
starving wolves watch from the grey, i’m a marksman by trade
the sharks smell blood, and you’re looking left lonely
cronies that accompanied you went to get their homies
phonies… me? i’m holden—off the rye
milk bar marauder, holding up the sky
but why so still on a sunny summer afternoon?
full-length gown, looking like a casket on the move
i see you ate that frozen apple juice with a plastic spoon
that’s my fav too, if i get a chance to sn-tch a few
what happened to you? in a place like this
after dark’s when the sharks great white kiss
you’re new here. i can tell, don’t be timid
got a gat for the goons if they moving over limit
ha, see you smiling, splendid. i know it’s hard, but
just ’cause you jarred up don’t mean you need to keep your jaw shut
but no rush… you must not trust heads
though you ain’t got up and left, guess this a success
expected much less. -ssumed an att-tude
but you ain’t said a single word, and i ain’t mad at you
’cause an aura holds more weight than oral
and i’m well-versed with vibes and the ways of the immortal
yup, plural portals…” a freckle in her iris
my sense? it’s her own heckler in hiding
eyelids twitch, pumping morse code of the soul
searching for a way out the torso of this awful hole
the sane play the game? ha, what a f-cking joke
bunch of talking heads, mirror gazing, sucking smoke
red eyes firing looks, no time for combat
caught in her mind trap from first eye contact
had to probe—something ’bout them bold earthly orbs
alienated, dirt green as a merchant’s core
asked if she knew how beautiful she was
but just looked at me funny like i was unusually abrupt
“what, lovely? was it something i said or done?”
replayed the tape in my head—overwrite or let it run?
meanwhile, she gazed up. lost in the clouds
i looked down, gave up. thoughts tossing around
in come the white suits back to save the day
fear of getting made to stay clear paved the way
sh-t, even the schizos caught onto that reality
honestly, honesty’s a foul way out this fallacy
the head mistress sent a scowl from a distance
curtailed alpha males hid and howled at the henchman
proud on the prowl ’bout to pounce on her pension
growled in my direction like i mounted her possession
without an ounce of discretion, yoked up goldilocks, sh-t
white squall of folded arms storm like i’m holding hostage
the jarred belle made a racket like a savage
and i yelled, “bring the axe or a hatchet to ms. ratched!”
called the staff an infection on the path to correction
laughed at my jabs—p-ssed off as p-ssive aggression
the lab’s antipsychotics an active investment
in my pores, synapses like, “pause, p-ss the zyprexa”
guards had a gas, it really wet their whistle
that i whistled at a chick who couldn’t detect the signal
said, “the bird’s brain dead. still look lovely tied up
but she’s fried off that substance, just sunny-side up
couldn’t stand the leak in the mortician’s kitchen”
“what you mean she can’t speak? body language insisted different!”
could’ve swore i saw glimpses of recognition
but i’m just a symptom of the same reckless system
losing touch, like, “d-mn, jezebel! what the h-ll?”
i just had a conversation with my f-cking self
well, my other self
h-ll

- fienyx lyrics

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