Tag

I stepped on a crack and tilted the world
I swept in and left them aswirl
If all you wanted was a thrill
Just leave your keys on the sill
Just received late word
Pestilence takes its turn
Rollin' in deep
Tapping fingers you said to me
Triflin' flicted mess
Creating animosity

Playing tag and now you're it
Kick the can and dodge the mitt
Fun and games in pestilence
We could use, use some kindly kindliness
Still shake your fist
A kind of gritted bliss
There will, there will, there'll be
Be a time for this

I stepped on a track and shifted to blur
I was It, with a demon purr
You were drawn to my chase and touch
A spectral power in my bone-hand crush
Then everything goes south
Solipsistic reverie over and out
A humble brag is never that
Final times, we'll have our eschatological raps

Playing tag and now you're it
Kick the can and dodge the mitt
Better times please come quick
We could use, use some kindly kindliness
Still shake your fist
A kind of gritted bliss
There will, there will, there'll be
Be a time for this