The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season I imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of tardy planting And the crops we'd have harnessed mid-November Had only brushed the blossom bracket Then soon sacrificed lives to icicle jackets when the frost hitI sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses With a plan to tunnel past after the rains have run their courses But alas, the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the grass Offered this torch supporter one tall glass and nauseous And I'm asking you: Why's the spy supply hiding in strangers When they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres? Now be gracious, these minstrels turn a bully cycle civil,By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels The upbringing of self-styled freedom brigade investors And their studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors Puts it downIt's down beneath your sappy sing-a-longs Let's take it further down, we'll let Dante decide which ring I'm on Nova The elders took position and the fans marched Parched, plain and steamed Hawking the rain in my canteen Now I'm like point:I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads Counterpoint:During my famine I never got broke your bread Well, equation of intrigue, yes, yes Lemme fence sit for a bit These tense lips need soaking before I hand out tokens Shut the fuck up Drama like kabuki with a heart of dirt Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth It hurts