Destinations Funk 7 - Dj Moy

It's just a temporary slide back in the abyss I should've seen it coming from miles away. They've been armed in a sacred cult structure Shielding me of my oblescent dagger There was a purpose upon the horizon A destination Tangible and fragrant. And I march to ban you & I march to ban you & I march to ban you And I march with a thousand It's not surprising I should find myself flailing Having across a bridge of certainty Back behind enemy lines with no work till Tuesday I didn't even fuck with the temptation. Got down, with little to do, I welcomed old habits like a long lost friend To Spite You Ashore 'bout a week in Venice Giving themselves up to the strengths of the menacing darkness The shrieking howls, light or grey and feeble The sulky trees sad, dropping their knees in defeat The temperature falls There's a big light switch on. And from time to time Pharos from the cats

Its coming through the windows Its coming through the doors Its coming through the ceilings Its coming through the floors Its coming through my skin Its coming through my pores Its coming through for a reason Its coming through for a cause I can taste it in the air As it hangs and it lingers I can feel it in my toes As it lingers in my fingers Theres a change It might seem strange, as the world rearrange The summer fell tumbling The rain gets warmer The thunder came rumbling Im living in a sauna Im drinking much lager On a par with my father Still living in the saga Early in the morning When im yawning Im calling for your name A shame, so lame, so strange Im mumbling im stumbling im rumbling Im fumbling Im grabbing im dragging Im blagging, im slagging Im shaking, im breaking Im faking, im making Im crying, im dying Im lying im trying So hard to be For me, to see clearly For me to see I feel the frustration in the sound The aggravation all around Wanna put myself up side down And detoxify the ground That I walk on, The air that I talk on If my head swells up and starts to cause you trouble Please don't burst my bubble Let me release the gas and don't ask Any questions, or offer me suggestions Unless I ask you for directions Complex intersections Im vexed and oversexed and perplexed