Текст Busdriver – Dream Catcher’s Mitt

When I fall from the dream-catcher’s mitt
I’m all thumbs
And not what she’s after

My smoldering remains burn over glowing embers

We mouth the vilest sacrament
And adhere to these tacit skirmishes
All for one day ideal and saffron-drenched
We ate each other’s hearts out of serving dishes

This soft science leaves my body underwhelmed
Our ambitious union dissolves out of the color film
And I am just a crude outline
Obscured and pegged and numbered
Dangling off power lines
One of many discarded ex-lovers
Throwing pet food from the red carpet
At de-colorized coupling of heart-shapes
And all the panic-stricken flower maidens
Update their ‘who to hate’ list
My journal entries are irony-laden
And tirelessly self-loathing

We mouth the vilest sacrament
And adhere to these tacit skirmishes
All for one day ideal and saffron-drenched
We ate each other’s hearts out of serving dishes

(Falling from the dream-catcher’s mitt

We’ve mouthed the vilest sacrament

I fell from the dream-catchers mitt

With smoking incantations and dead language motifs

Their defected army becomes my rogue fleet

Sequestering yahoo, superimposes his frail person