Canabyss Corpse - Fly on the Wall Lyrics

If walls could talk they'd speak language for higher decibels
Buzzing in the air, flight patterns, labyrinth vegetables
So we eat, plateful, scraping tongues for another bite
So-called "house seasoning" taking lungs to another life
Nah the bed's been made and it's sure where she sleeps
No regrets, sober pest, your shares in the streets
Got a beat for that one? Raw bangs, no cap gun
I'm Django 'til this rap's done
All in the spirit
If you put your ear to the bottle you could probably hear it
There's no sting and no one policing the message
The wool over his eyes enterprise could least be impressive
Full circle posing as crescents
Peasants and peons, resonance to seek long
Evidence the "free's" gone, what you seek's wrong
Painstakingly moving forward
Sooner or later one of these lunar craters will bloom an orchard
There's plenty room for your turn at least you respect mine
Many moons the floor burns
Heat rhythms to dead times
Grimes forsaking the shine, paws in the dirt
Grinds not wasting his time, straws for the worst
But we all out of straws to pull
They'll only dig my fossils when they're all out of impossibles
Hollowing out hostile to it's warm and chewy core
How far is truly more? Until the farce fruits the war
Bargaining's a chore when your heart's a target for doors
Yes the stars are the source but try and aim higher
Points make palms drip, no messiah I was born in the fire
Grown to a lion-tamer
I am wavered beyond the slave and the cater
Lying neighbors, made a song for you to savor
Where flies turn conversation crusaders
Gossip and glory, glass to the wall, live and direct
No pausing the story, earful leaves a jaw portly
My god's mine... and mine only

If only I could be a fly upon your wall
Then maybe I could see
I could see it all
And every time you leave
My skin starts to crawl
Please just let me be the fly upon your wall

You and I are like suicide... fun 'til you try it
Punch the ticket when you buy it
No re-admission to the riot
First cuts the best cut, same old chestnut
Left over an open fire to get effed up
But guess what? I'm a test subject
And you're a fully loaded stun-gun
Let me be your Mr. Nobody and you can be my someone
Tell me all your broken dreams that you got locked up in the dungeon
I'll take the plunge in
Walk through nine circles of hell just to kiss you
In case you can't tell... I got boundary issues
Outsider looks in as the fire is cooking
Pincushion, thinkin' that she finally got the hooks in
Yeah but she's a runaway, needs her one-a-day
Didn't come to play, very unafraid... but in a funny way
Let me suffocate, put the sun away
Come the comedown? I'll be coming unwound
Cuz the nighttime's the right time
For usin' up your lifelines like; I'm Fine
Fine. Call me the patron saint of patronizing
Getting laid in hiding
Little red riding here's got me in my feelings
And my tolerance is fleeting
The audience is screaming
Must've caught him sleeping, wanting, needing
Officer please just let me off with a beating
Don't you see my only end game's the feng-shway
That f*cks up your bed frame
Cut through all this red tape
Wanna be cellmates? I'm a self-made man
With stealthy hands and you best believe I got unhealthy plans
Like feeling you come undone
Stealing the breath right from your lungs
Holding it in so I can feel that I
Found something real, hell on heels burning with passion
Goin' off like a matchhead, crash-test actress, trashin' the mattress
As the night draws it's last breath
All that's left is the fire in his head
The sugar n spice n sex, spiders and webs
Cold as winter's last breath
This boy needs a little more life and a little less death
Yes

If only I could be a fly upon your wall
Then maybe I could see
I could see it all
And every time you leave
My skin starts to crawl
Please just let me be the fly upon your wall