Meursault by Eyeque Lyrics
[Intro]
Just the- the linear and impressionistic mix
Makes a very muddled composition
A muddled composition
[Verse 1]
Not too relevant, a little off for a mence
Might be a little malevolent
Eat Cadillacs for snacks, smack facts
Licks cats, sad sack of ticks and tacks
The teeter totters, some lights are off in the monitor
Cord slowly unplugged and life sombers
Slaughter of all garden variety, nothing left parity
Doesn’t work the front counter, fire me
A bugbear with a young stare
One dare interfere, creature lives wild frontier
Godforsaken, left taken away from any patients
Don’t have patience to associate with laymen
It’s not that they men lack fundamentals
It’s that he possess the proper fuck-ya-mentals
Newsflash, bigfoot found on the dust path
New task, find the monstrosity before expiration spews next
Pick a needle, gun, fire starter, bow
Stick a feeble one out front, grab a garter, travel slow
It doesn’t slumber and doesn’t include pleasure
Disallows and disassociates from the platter
[Hook]
It is something he must handle on his own
Handle on his own
Handle, handle on his own
The wind blown away
Wanna win? Don’t play
Don’t don’t don’t don’t play
[Verse 2]
Fuck the cunt clan and the hunt man
Tucked, isolated fan and mice oriented stan
I’ll float down the stream til you scream
Get the hell out the seam of green!
Clock works, how much is a spock worth
Make a mazuma every time a plot births
Go antagonist the grain til the lock strains
Against all that maintains, even mocks rain
Doomed occupant, death won’t knock, not again
Made a pad unchaperoned by life, tombed you meant
Once a moon, leaves the box on cartoons
Hikes corner stores for loot and tart moves
Usually jots nonsense on a pad
It’s an anomaly he dons pants, it’s sad
Lay down to spew last breathe
Circulation passed left, long ago
Little did you know, I am all alone
[Hook]
It is something he must handle on his own
Handle on his own
Handle, handle on his own
The wind blown away
Wanna win? Don’t play
Don’t don’t don’t don’t play
[Outro]
Life is so unpredictable, so fragile
We’re only alive one breathe
One heart beat at a time
And so when death comes…
Just the- the linear and impressionistic mix
Makes a very muddled composition
A muddled composition
[Verse 1]
Not too relevant, a little off for a mence
Might be a little malevolent
Eat Cadillacs for snacks, smack facts
Licks cats, sad sack of ticks and tacks
The teeter totters, some lights are off in the monitor
Cord slowly unplugged and life sombers
Slaughter of all garden variety, nothing left parity
Doesn’t work the front counter, fire me
A bugbear with a young stare
One dare interfere, creature lives wild frontier
Godforsaken, left taken away from any patients
Don’t have patience to associate with laymen
It’s not that they men lack fundamentals
It’s that he possess the proper fuck-ya-mentals
Newsflash, bigfoot found on the dust path
New task, find the monstrosity before expiration spews next
Pick a needle, gun, fire starter, bow
Stick a feeble one out front, grab a garter, travel slow
It doesn’t slumber and doesn’t include pleasure
Disallows and disassociates from the platter
[Hook]
It is something he must handle on his own
Handle on his own
Handle, handle on his own
The wind blown away
Wanna win? Don’t play
Don’t don’t don’t don’t play
[Verse 2]
Fuck the cunt clan and the hunt man
Tucked, isolated fan and mice oriented stan
I’ll float down the stream til you scream
Get the hell out the seam of green!
Clock works, how much is a spock worth
Make a mazuma every time a plot births
Go antagonist the grain til the lock strains
Against all that maintains, even mocks rain
Doomed occupant, death won’t knock, not again
Made a pad unchaperoned by life, tombed you meant
Once a moon, leaves the box on cartoons
Hikes corner stores for loot and tart moves
Usually jots nonsense on a pad
It’s an anomaly he dons pants, it’s sad
Lay down to spew last breathe
Circulation passed left, long ago
Little did you know, I am all alone
[Hook]
It is something he must handle on his own
Handle on his own
Handle, handle on his own
The wind blown away
Wanna win? Don’t play
Don’t don’t don’t don’t play
[Outro]
Life is so unpredictable, so fragile
We’re only alive one breathe
One heart beat at a time
And so when death comes…