Grave Matter
Grave Matter
by Kelp
The breadth of my lunge
Comes from
The breath of my lungs
The berth of my launch
Comes from
The broth of my lunch
The binge of my lounge
Comes from
The cringe of my crown
Hooyoo width?
What’s the length of your relationship?
Hooyoo width?
What’s the depth of your relationship?
The breath of my lungs
Comes from
The breadth of my lunge
The broth of my lunch
Comes from
The berth of my launch
The binge of my lounge
Comes from
The cringe of my crown
The singe of my sounds
And they hinge on my doubts
No doubt
Itsa grave grave matter
Itsa grave grave matter
Sin yo gridge, wit yo weelzinit
Big mo gidge, wit no deelzinit
Ooodem threads, ooodem treads.
How far can you take it?
How far can you stretch it?
How much can you kvetch it?
Till when is elastic elastic?
When does the grey start to matter?
How grey is too grey when the grey gives way?
When you start to lose the grey grey matter?
Itsa grave grave matter.
Itsa grave grave matter.
How much?
How big?
How high? How wide?
How long? How strong?
How far?
How deep?
How what? How why?
How when? How where?
How much will you take
Before your lungs
Before your lunge
Before your launch
Before your lunch
Before your lounge
Your sounds your crown
Your sins your doubts
Your ins your outs
Your wins your routs
Your spins your bouts
Your gins your droughts
Your grins your pouts
Your cringe you shout
It all falls down and splatters
It all falls down and splatters
Well itsa grave
Itsa grave
Itsa grave grave grave grave matter
Itsa grave grave grave grave matter