Purple Moss

I talk like it hurts to talk, mascot of Murphy's Law
 From the claw game at the Walt Whitman mall
 To the worst curb-cuts of the urban sprawl
 To what stirs in the purple moss
 Which world make a perp' less scurred of his quirks and flaws
 Or make it okay to learn who you are no jury
 Instead of all insecurity, no mercy
 Every year his skin get thinner
 You could almost see the Abilify in his innards
 If it's into the blood or back up through the gizzard
 With a little bit of last night's dinner, liver
 Standby for the van by the river
 Built ramps in the summer, tanned hides in the winter, anti-winner
 Stare at the stars from an empire builder to anywhere far
 Live from an empire builder
 Empire builder
 Live from an empire builder
 Wildfire in the wilder'
 Live from an empire builder
 Empire builder
 Live from an empire builder
 I shake my fist at the very same gate
 That I would've climbed up before I became lame
 Now I just curse and pretend it's the same
 Curse at a person who ain't do a thing
 When everyone around you is surfing a wave
 You a singular jerk in a circle of saints
 Never mistook for a bird or a plane
 Mistook for a hearse in the rain
 Germ in a wound
 Bit a few heads off a Hydra
 Deadbeat friends in the lens of his Leica, yikes
 When a stink-eye turn fire into ice
 I would rather die on spikes
 Before you ever take to a colony
 Take note of your escape velocity
 And watch odd folk not care who you are
 From an empire builder to anywhere far
 Live from an empire builder
 Empire builder
 Live from an empire builder
 Hi-ho silver
 Live from an empire builder
 Empire builder
 Live from an empire builder
 Sultan of sublimation
 Have you ever seen such evasion?
 Work 'til he well-done bacon or borderline burnt
 The certified temper ensure a wide berth
 Night king, wild Earth, bite a hand with the serum
 His old man haunt him, his own fam' fear him
 His cold, bad hands are attached to a breathing meat
 That learned to roll weed with its feet
 Do not make me turn this car around
 No sleep 'til the bars of Barbertown
 Bar-Kays bump through a claw marked Arkham
 Bars on the window, barbs in the jargon
 Black armband, offsides on guard
 Dark art marksman, march through the heartland
 Dream of a chair in a yard
 From an empire builder to anywhere far
 Live from an empire builder
 Empire builder
 Live from an empire builder
 High-pass filter
 Live from an empire builder
 Empire builder
 Live from an empire builder