Hemlock Ernst & Kenny Segal – Jargonne lyrics

[Verse 1: Hemlock Ernst]
Best laid plans make best made man
No lesser man, not your average diamond wedding band
Master all leaders, master raw ether faults
Leave a trap door horse fever
Not for false believers
Shoo fly shoo and my shoes fly too
Black Audi scoop, all star, all weather boot
Whether we sleep or work 'til hands touch high noon
I'm typhoon, my nature's to rain over crews
Winds in the distance push hard with persistence
Irises past tense write never ending sentences
Lend me a pen, mon frere
Pull up a chair, I'll teach you how to fish with a dictionaire
Easy my eye comes after it, cast a swish
Oil tastes like sado-masochist, pacify a pacifist
But still, smack a track back a bit
Who lacks of this, I start deep, go past the rift
It's the tremor, light shimmer, white river
Flip the gas, we'll simmer all summer, all winter
Tension in my neck, cause no pension with cassettes
Work to get the check, check, work to get respect
No work in birthin' texts, just flex with the big body
Bass hobby, flight suit, space lobby
Bid farewell from the captain's chair
Baptist choir, passive air, happenstance aware
Massive pyre in the evening bare
All fading share, grace moves without broken shoes
Locusts pointing dooms, all praises due, broke in two
Nature swallows whole all souls on a dinner plate
Handles all hate, fingers placed in a figure eight
What's your fate?
Keep the aggression in my engine grates
Push the coal into my mouth, I'm taking shape

That's when the violence comes, I heart silence
Some dear diary, my heart believes I might be done
Death stares from the windows at me
Looping hairs stand up on my neck
Like some truth or dare, can't answer
Damn lantern, cavalier, flickers past candor
Maestro vision, party mission is the gold standard
More like low panther hear gazelles run
Fruitful rare tongue, air punch like it's [?]
Box pillar, salt rock, ox whooping cough
Cardiologist block, you can't write new prescription
I write the predilection, detriment to [?] religion
Rest your testaments at my benediction, sippin' Lipton
And the mission is to not abuse self relection, my addiction