Until It Makes Nonsense

from by Tim Stiles

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lyrics

[Tim Stiles]
There’s no rhyme or reason
Why I find my hands stretching the skin
From my cheeks down to my jawbone
Till it's see through

Shaking excessively while
I coddle glands with palms
Until my eyelids bleed too

Allowing negativity to cram
Into my head with no handle it
Makes any positives seem duped

With pessimism and all
I end up hitting a wall
And let the executioners
Dress me with a clean noose

It's not a suicidal cry
More like a hanged man's
Right to die amplified when
I feel blue

An awful stance arrives
Once the font, Comic Sans is applied
Onto signs I’m not trying
To read into

Put a message in parenthesis
And it’ll undermine an expression
Intended to sneak through

Encapsulate it in quotes
And there it goes
Exacerbating the lows
Of a deceased view

Surrounding asterisks
Makes stars breed
Black-hole passages
Gravitating a lead to

Swallowing sedatives,
Subduing mood deficits
Give a man too much to chew on
And there he goes
Banging his head again..

Like boom, clack... Boom, boom, clack
BOOM, CLACK

There he goes banging his head again...
Boom, clack... Boom, boom, clack
BOOM

There he goes banging his head again...

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez]
It must be terrible...
It always comes back to you
Ten fold...
It must be terrible...
Only advice is to say...
Oh-oh...

Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-uh-oh...
Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh...
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-oh...

There he goes, banging his head again..

[Tim Stiles]
It wasn’t a part of the plan
To impart a displeasing
Changing of guard this season
I didn’t mean to

Extend to the farthest of reaches
Stretching the mark of the beast
And depart on a freezing,
Hot air balloon

Locomotion squealing drowns
Just how hopeless feelings sound
As light speed weakens
To reveal truth

That visions of romance
Only exist in a slow dance
It’s a kick in the pants
With a steel boot

Reading between the lines
With a bitten lip redefines
What it means to meet demise
Long overdue

In a language I can't speak
Written in Sans Serif
I try, but can’t scream
Within this black vacuum

Between a hard place and a rock
There aren’t ways to talk
Just asteroids to dodge
On a dash to the bathroom

With a mirror in the front
My tongue pushes swollen gums
Where food doesn't belong
Between a sheared tooth

Hung up on the tone
And teething from
The drone of beating drums
Seeing a seizure come
In this telephone booth

With a clack, clack, boom
It's a catch 22...
Give a man too much to chew
And there he'll go
Banging his head again

Like boom, clack... Boom, boom, clack
BOOM, CLACK

There he goes banging his head again...
Boom, clack... Boom, boom, clack
BOOM

There he goes banging his head again...

[Seth Swift x Ian Hernandez]
It must be terrible...
It always comes back to you
Ten fold...
It must be terrible...
Only advice is to say...
Oh-oh...

Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-uh-oh...
Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh...
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-oh...

[Seth Swift]
It'll come back sooner or late...
To get rid of it again, just say...
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-uh-oh...
Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh, uh-oh, uh-oh...
Uh-oh, oh, oh, uh-oh...

credits

from Visceral Candy Feat. Tim Stiles, released November 22, 2016
Written by Seth Swift & Tim Stiles
Vocals by Seth Swift, Tim Stiles, & Ian Hernandez
Produced by Jay Battle & Seth Swift
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by Jay Battle @ The Battlefield
Seattle, WA

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Tim Stiles Seattle, Washington

Tim Stiles is an independent hip-hop artist residing in Seattle, WA--best known as the lead vocalist/rapper of the satirical hip hop band, Passion Party. Tim is no one trick pony. He’s a clever, crafty wordsmith in his own right with an ability to adapt to just about any concept or genre. ... more

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