Molecules

That's impossible

Come on

Spoilers, the non bon voyage

Stock weaponry and soylents and whatever stop the voices

Colossal paranoias out to author an abrasive lore

About how war paint won't assure you ain't a painted whore, baby

No ground wires, all jaw froth

Mouth breathing outliers climb out of mothballs

Wrung stones unsung and alone

Known to run up in the unknown, "Honey I'm home"

I push a bucket of bolts, assorted death in his wake

I take the hand off the thief, I take the head off a snake

Approach a pen like revolution's just a sentence away

Till then, he's documenting cops and watching heaven decay

It's not a gentleman's game, it's a generation braced accordingly

Who know the differences between the cozy and the quarantine

Yes, y'all the crestfallen careworn

Air horn, air horn, air horn, air horn

These awful winds, those grinding gears

This pile of bones, that's why I'm here

Wild frontier (Come on)

These violent drums, those primal fears

This pool of mud, that's why I'm here

W-w-w-w-wild frontier

That's impossible, body still warm

Scavengers already obsessively knocking on his molecules

I'm catatonic, fat, and outta rocket-fuel and ramen

Not a dollar, watching "Rocky II" in Donatello boxers

At some hot as hell motel in what's supposed to be his Shangri-La

More akin to angry mobs with anchor tats and mangey dogs in vacant lots

Traded any semblance of consistency to play the odds

Not even a baby doll to change his gauze

Not even a hideaway to hide up in

A side effect of sliding environment to environment

Driving isn't simply when the tires spin, try again

Departures and arrivals aren't only time and mileage

Try again, again, a raider break off from the phalanx

And never look back, never cook crack, 'kay, thanks, bye

New York in the rear view then peel

Out, till he found New York in the windshield

These cursed dogs, those flying spears

This rancid food, that's why I'm here

Wild frontier (Come on)

These fleeting hopes, those vital prayers

This bag of cash, that's why I'm here

W-w-w-w-wild frontier

This was never an effective way to rally insurgents

Or really even the occupation of a rational person

When you write about seclusion and some buyers finally tune in

You get frightened finding happiness can drive away the movement

In a jiffy, just eat your food and keep the future iffy

That fruitition's for the viewers who need a loser to pity

Plus an underlying message of a greater disconnection

God forbid he try to live or gain momentum

Mend, or pay his penance

You'd rather see him eat a bowl of mousetraps

Surf a thousand couches

Take a jagged little down the hatch

Chowderheads, I know you love the way the failure flounder

Maybe I could be your daily downer

If his brain left his body and was headed for the door

Would you take it in and help it find it's way into a jar?

No? Fuck it, let him hop around a maze

We can see who's really lost when the schadenfreude fades

These churning seas, those quiet sneers

This box of parts, that's why I'm here

Wild frontier (Come on)

These creepy friends, those dicey dares

This perfect dark, that's why I'm here

W-w-w-w-wild frontier