Ish the Stomach - Nuclear Faux Pas Lyrics

Reaction to a dream split sizzle fission in my core
Mourning pushes past the riddle unsure what I'm existing for
The opposite of solipsist, agnostic faith apologist
Pseudo-vice mythologist and psychonaut mycologist
Lobotomize my hemispheres to give up half a mind
Both factions in this skull I can't tell which voice is mine
Personalities and penmanship don't betray the host identities
Rebellion against gravity display ghost script dependencies
Chisel strikes the middle cascade spider web facade
Disk bulge shiver cord a river slipping from the palm
Mirage and trickle glossy shimmer sands dripping through the calm
Searching for some sense before her silent voice is wronged
It visits on the wind roaring stillness of a bomb
Atomized vapor singed fury breaking pawns
Mushroom clouds, her windows glow; sills sigh and praise the dawn
Radiating from her forehead: halo, wings, and song

Stand still jump
Anticipation stumped
Grieve breathe leave
Crumble dust until it bleeds
Slip away to read
Take away the broken notion that was causing us to dream
Steam scolded pressure
A lesson in the ledger
Eager for the air and the ocean and a measure
Of brand new space fresh faced experience
Lost in the vision found bliss while delirious
Serious the system shook me nervous
Branching to the filaments
Turn around who's hearing this?
Mysterious and furious
Snacking lice with apes
Hygiene and grooming and bonding and grapes
Snake slither scale used to hypnotize my mother
Cake sliver braille fused, dipped in lye and butter
Slip stale statements slide lack of consciousness
Let me rub the sleep from out my eyes before i try to conjure it's
Just too bad I had this dream all the myths were breaking
Try to tell you 'bout the dream, you tell me that the gifts been taking
Far too long to arrive or maybe manifest
Rest of our lives we could try but never banish it
That feeling, the seething, the bleeding and the famished-nes
She lifts my head sees my cracks repairs them with her bandage kiss

Advantage is standing demanding planning emergency landing
In case of a break in the vessel, strain on the spine is too stressful
Remember the time that we wrestled
With minor faux pas embedded in major applause
Enough to give pause, and rise to a cause

Misunderstood though you're certain of the transience
Intuitive sparks forest charred that's what you're brandishing
A glowing iron rod pressing runes into famine's lips
Floating where sod uplifts the hull of a damaged ship
Propped upon pine stilts, because the foundation is tilting
Crossing seas of silt, every creeping vine that was wilting
Bludgeon time instead of killing it, look inside the paradox
Pandora's hilt bloodied betraying an affair of clocks
Broken arms twisted face bruised battered blessed
Hoping an alarm would lift a hammers game of chess
"They all look like nails" it's apparent you need rest
Stop carrying that cross, the burden's terrible at best