Splint by The Blind Continuum Lyrics
Simple syllables, supple symbolic imagery
Stinted cymbal hits serving straight upright efficiency
Single instrument, subtle solidarity
Support sufficient lack of standard rap mentality
But it’s scary to me. Take one, dupe it to three
In your diseased group of bees ingesting anti freeze
Because the human ear can’t hear the weary pleas
Stuck hearing the, “oh please.”
Oh please, not me. I’m just another crease
Give me a stinger, I’ll settle down for the feast
Settle down in the streets, consolation disease
You’ll do fine just as long as you don’t bleed
Don’t bleed, don’t plead, be free
No deed could need this much physical energy
Kinetic centerpiece, static electricity
Masked behind the similes, pushed to intricacy
Pushed into the breeze, tunnel blows 90 degrees
Seconds blow thousands of feet, resettle the east
Then we can feast, so you can drop
The bricks and processed pollen, please
Sometimes you just can’t get out all you want to say
So you leave it up to the mind of the listener to take away
Hoping that something emerges similar to those thoughts
With an element intertwined of something that’s clearly not
You bought your way into this
You chose to curl those fingers into a fist
You caught the weight of your disc
And so you’re searching for the empty space now that your bones miss
I was taught in projective geometrics
That a parallel will meet only viewed in certain perspective
And if seeing is believing you’re closing the doors of thought
And leaving the one’s misleading to teach you what to be taught
No, this is not an ode of sorrow or pain
Not a sappy regret note looking to blame
Not a melancholy melody written to be played
While you’re gazing out the window pane watching the rain stain
No, this the gain
No, this the vein
Of a brain associated creating a tame fang
That only appears a threat when taken out of the frame
No, this is the game
That tears emotions apart and rearranges your sayings
Rearrange your brain and refurnish over the stains
Now re-coat that frame and re-contaminate those fangs
Chorus
Simple syllables, supple symbolic imagery
Stinted cymbal hits serving straight upright efficiency
Single instrument, subtle solidarity
Support sufficient lack of standard rap mentality
Stinted cymbal hits serving straight upright efficiency
Single instrument, subtle solidarity
Support sufficient lack of standard rap mentality
But it’s scary to me. Take one, dupe it to three
In your diseased group of bees ingesting anti freeze
Because the human ear can’t hear the weary pleas
Stuck hearing the, “oh please.”
Oh please, not me. I’m just another crease
Give me a stinger, I’ll settle down for the feast
Settle down in the streets, consolation disease
You’ll do fine just as long as you don’t bleed
Don’t bleed, don’t plead, be free
No deed could need this much physical energy
Kinetic centerpiece, static electricity
Masked behind the similes, pushed to intricacy
Pushed into the breeze, tunnel blows 90 degrees
Seconds blow thousands of feet, resettle the east
Then we can feast, so you can drop
The bricks and processed pollen, please
Sometimes you just can’t get out all you want to say
So you leave it up to the mind of the listener to take away
Hoping that something emerges similar to those thoughts
With an element intertwined of something that’s clearly not
You bought your way into this
You chose to curl those fingers into a fist
You caught the weight of your disc
And so you’re searching for the empty space now that your bones miss
I was taught in projective geometrics
That a parallel will meet only viewed in certain perspective
And if seeing is believing you’re closing the doors of thought
And leaving the one’s misleading to teach you what to be taught
No, this is not an ode of sorrow or pain
Not a sappy regret note looking to blame
Not a melancholy melody written to be played
While you’re gazing out the window pane watching the rain stain
No, this the gain
No, this the vein
Of a brain associated creating a tame fang
That only appears a threat when taken out of the frame
No, this is the game
That tears emotions apart and rearranges your sayings
Rearrange your brain and refurnish over the stains
Now re-coat that frame and re-contaminate those fangs
Chorus
Simple syllables, supple symbolic imagery
Stinted cymbal hits serving straight upright efficiency
Single instrument, subtle solidarity
Support sufficient lack of standard rap mentality