Zipperbomb (feat. Philiplol)

Don't you say I look a little different
What you see's the best I can be
Just squint and you can't tell the difference
Ray, my pal, my bud, we'll
Spread our wings and set ourselves free

Like vultures
Par for the course, yet the course is still winding
Ask me why, I'll say it's just the culture
Selfish souls, lost in hopes of finding

You
The choice is yours
Either give in to their will or simply reinforce
That nagging little narrative that all you are
Is what they're forced to see
Just a husk, just a being with no will to be

So go on and be
O, I dare you to flee
That infernal clock is broken, yet the time is ticking
Hold onto that id, lest they eat it alive
Just a feast for a fool's own picking

I've
Never lived to survive
For this skin is my drive
And within it I thrive

And of course by skin
I'm referring to the skin I've always had
Since it's clear, I fear
You're in need of my convincing
Otherwise, it'd drive you mad

So here, it's me, your only friend
I'm here for you until your end
Yet it seems your end is drawing nigh
I'm not being all too subtle, am I?

Well, I wasn't one for subtly
I'm a shell of the fool I used to be
But you, too, would give it all for the
Will you lack

No control for eternity
In our mightiest Greek tragedy
The sturdiest of shells are bound to crack

Seems you fell and split the box in twain
May her curse spread grief all through the land
Know through time and space, it all spreads the same
Echoes through the coldest of caves
Or the hottest of all sands

I really tried
To believe all my sins were deemed justified
But, oh, who was I kidding?
All that belief, all that grief in the end
Has since died

As if that matters anyway
As if I don't eclipse the day
Why worry over dawdling things
When so much is at play?
How I wish to partake in that autonomy
Where all of me, not part of me
Is in control, such artistry

Is there, there, there
Within my grasp, and yet it
Flown so far, and all I ask is for a
String or two for me to pull upon
Tell me, is that so selfish?

And you are not so different
You long for that control, and yet you find
When you take that step, there's still no difference
Crawling back to me for that little piece of mind

What's that phrase 'bout souls and little time?
I'll wear you down, o flying squirrel
Break your spirit down till there's nothing left to grind

Do take note of how our fates aren't ever truly written
Once you learn the consequence of when Pandora listens
Time will march, and here with me a new age will be risen
Ruling over all as sake intended, starting with this

My bliss
After all, it's my game
So make it fun for my sake
Resist

Cannibalize the norm
Feel the sand of the storm
A sign of the world surely coming, and it's slowly conforming
Soon I'll be the one holding that world in my palm
For this isn't a psalm
But the clearest of its warnings

Is this all that we are?
Are we faking the scars?
I forbid the morbid truth behind this feather and tarring

Soon you'll be the one in which the sand overtakes
As your spirit I break
For the Sun is ever charring

So sinister is her mind
And as the zip bomb blows
It administers both our kind
Into a higher power

Vanity, beauty divine
And yet it makes a dent upon
All the mighty and blind
Pity on those hellbent on

Copying such a design
The paste is slowly drying
Tell me, o give me a sign
So I can pay the toll

A once beauteous carcass of mine
But now the box is prying
Though, after all of this time
You should know

Control was never yours
There's so many things to do
Before you close the doors
And I thank you dear
For playing games that you thought were over
Little did you know
It wasn't me who would've picked the clover

One final lap for you
Fun in learning the truth
That infernal box is broken, but the key is winding
A bigger scene as time has ticked
And you may cry me a mighty river
For your grit I'm grinding down

I'm the one shifting Gaia's plates apart
As the crust intends, and yet you're paranoid
Worry not, my friend, you've earned a head start
For this bleeding heart is overcome with schadenfreude

And yet you're still hanging on to the other side
Such a joke to think you'd see the end of me
I'm what you get when the Sun and the earth collide
Better face it, seems you're just an enemy

But first
I'll have you know this
My
Anagnorosis
We, sooner or later
Fall
To something greater

On your mark, get set
Live your last regret
For I'll get you yet