Coordinate Shift (feat. ANRI Arcane)

A stolen fruit A childish sin has taken root In carpet grids A winding road for toothless kids A thankless weight Each carcass longs for wooden crates Not sticks and feet Turn over, kitty, turn and see that Flesh should not lie flat One step can't cover seven steps Where gardens once unwrapped Was there a place like that? And I return, to a small world Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat Where did it go? Where did your life go? A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat A pack of dogs You spin atop a cardboard box A burning tent The newest coat of hip cement Shot down a bird And Bacchus laughed, or so I heard No shoe unsold Black needles fold into a row, but Life should not lie flat A branch under your skin had snapped Where rivers laid and slept Was there a time like that? And I return, to a small world Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold Where did it go? Where did your life go? A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat And I return, to a small world Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat Where did it go? Where did your life go? A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat And I return, to a small world Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold Where did it go? Where did your life go? A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat