Hemlock Ernst & Kenny Segal Slabs Of The Sunburnt West
[Verse 1: Hemlock Ernst]
In the retrospect of 31 years
There's not much left for reasoning here
And in the clearest of skies, I am the calmest of blues
We tear down great walls to build smaller houses
With bricks we've assembled without spouses, below the dust
We took the crush and reassembled daily temples
Pockets for rocks and minerals, bobby pins and pencils
Left some blind beside baby tooth and chapstick root
Baptist proof snake haven in the west cave-in
Limestone chips, the son of father's indecision
Leftist reason mentioned as the soul's religion
[Hook: Hemlock Ernst]
There's just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps
Force fed the death of reason
Helped him grow, even out of season
Outer's leavin' as the innards gleamin', whoa whoa
There's just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps
The artery is breaking function
Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
[Verse 2: Hemlock Ernst]
[?] that's just speaking me
Middle of the summer and I'm scared of being seen
Heat wave, half way from [?] street rave
Seat stained from bleak day
And we holler while the beat plays
Can't understand, it's like the teen brain
Trying to reason what the art is
And who's the artist
And where the heart is
Critics overthink the truth and pain
They want persona, but it's the construct of a weak game
And it folds harder and harder than it ever does
Now that one, bigger and brighter than it ever was
But a tricks on us, as the giant wipes his eyes of dust
Begins collecting rubble
Stumble softly, scratches face stubble
Grumbles something as the day humbles
And the sun settles shadows, build a house above
For other peoples troubles
And never asked for an ounce of love
[Hook: Hemlock Ernst]
There's just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps
Force fed the death of reason
Helped him grow, even out of season
Outer's leavin' as the innards gleamin', whoa whoa
There's just one more left
Stood on the last doorstep clamped in forceps
The artery is breaking function
Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
Stop the bleeding is the heart's compunction
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
Tool sculpted from the hardest tungsten
[Outro: Hemlock Ernst]
I am the clearest of skies
I am the calmest of blues