This is now a crime scene, everybody get back
There’s people in the shadows you don’t want to attract
Hades ladies, quick to stick a knife in your back
Why all the wanderlust? This is sick. what up with that?
Not enough tape to catch the horror of it
You think that nows your time brother, you borrowing it
This whole place a fuckin deathtrap, so wallow in it
They sold you the pill don’t give a damn if you swallowing it
called for back up half a century ago, (damn they slow)
The youth becoming damn old, things don’t look so damn gold
I found a pulse but its fainter than a pass out cold
So I pass out cold rhymes to keep the story told
These places used to be so goddamn quiet
But these crisscrossed police lines do nothing but belie it
Used to be their situation, out of mind it
Spilled out of the cities now the suburbs in a riot
She’s dead now, blood, spilled around the crown
That torch long extinguished, smoldering now
The splatter pattern on the wall let the story come out
Red footprints on the floor to the door from the runout
We all heard some commotion in the buildup to this situation
Vacation on our mind to escape this destination
Wipe a tear from my eye let it represent a station
These are no longer patterns… these are now vibrations
credits
from R. Ticulation,
released November 11, 2018
Lyrics by: BluePauly2