Jumping Coffin

What-what, w-what's that?
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 I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a slow burn, crawl around the road work
 Something from the other side clawing at the known world
 Cough up all your cookies with the autumn air incarnate
 He all-city by the time your eyes adjusted to the darkness
 In parts uncharted, always find the corners cozy
 You can send your fastest riders, I return the horses lonely
 Controller, the locals only note the lucky charms and army jacket
 When your addy's in the heart of thar be dragons, I know
 No solicitors, waves away his visitors
 From ten minutes in front of a tainted energy signature
 Still bullseyeing womp rats from the scenic route
 Sugar in his coffee like a séance in the TV room
 The cheek swab came back half-amazing
 Half of what he make end up on his lab apron
 If quieter than most, I'm mostly mastering the science of
 Keeping one's composure while the limbic system's lighting up
 Some try to combat any kind of odd force tryna make contact, nah
 Let it in, let it in
 Let it in, let it in
 Some try to stonewall any kind of woo-woo tryna make a phone call, nah
 Let it in, let it in
 Let it in, let it in (what's that?)
 Let it in, let it in
 Let it in, let it in
 Let it in, let it in
 Let it in, let it in
 Ring around the revenant, let it in
 Said he wasn't ready yet, he never left the Etch-a-Sketch
 Stuck around for more than just a
 Parlor trick or flickering fluorescents
 Had a couple still to visit with a million pressing questions
 Like, where were you the night of?
 What are you traversing Earth in spite of?
 How are you adjusting to the triumph?
 I'm asking for a friend who caught a loss and never surfaced
 Simply curled up in his cubby, shutting down the central nervous
 Look, float up into urgent care, a checkerboard of blurry squares
 Flowers in the lobby shrivel back into the earthenware
 Humans in the lobby holding crosses up
 I understand the caution but
 Some of you just wanna see the coffin jump
 Until the coffin jump, then it's what I call a punk
 Didn't even get to where he coughing blood and talk in tongues
 Not to mention, once you hassle the hoard
 It doesn't matter how much furniture you stack at the door, yeah
 Some try to combat any kind of odd force tryna make contact, nah
 Let it in, let it in
 Let it in, let it in
 Some try to stonewall any kind of woo-woo tryna make a phone call, nah
 Let it in, let it in
 Let it in, let it in
 (Wha-w-w-what's that?)
 Let it in, let it in
 Let it in, let it in
 Let it in, let it in
 Let it in, let it in
 Hand-drawn map, cross over, cross back
 Calling from the flight deck, I collect dog tags
 Tall grass, asphalt, or salt flat
 It's all jazz like an alphabet to Saul Bass
 Bratty to the basic anatomy of a death stare
 Passing through the old Manhattan, ectoplasm everywhere
 Pack a second teddy bear, I'm headed for the panic
 Take a second for some bacon, take his head off when in transit
 I don't coexist, I don't exist
 Even J.C. miss him with the loaves and fish
 You feel dementia getting closer like the devil getting over
 Now his antennas are roaming for radio terra nova
 Going, "Ksht, ksht, sir, I think we've got a signal
 It's fuzzy, but they're playing one that wasn't from the hymnal"
 I'm a faint scent of sulphur, I'm the source of the ooze
 I'm security tape of a glowing orb in a room, 'sup?