Toy Machine Songtext
von Jesse the Tree

Skin my knuckles on the bottom of the ocean
Behold the poetry, throw the body in motion
Overcast burns slowly over these old bones
And all that′s left is a skull full of lonesome
Skin my knuckles on the bottom of the ocean
Behold the poetry, throw the body in motion
Overcast burns slowly over these old bones
And all that's left is a skull full of lonesome

Watch your six and keep an eye on the seven too
Fuck rap, I wake up like the rent is due
Scrape the oil from the residue and let it bloom
Paranoia in the foyer of the exit womb
Running from the heavy memories that chase him
Still I struggle with the personalization
Purple trim on the bud, heart in the pavement
86 em like the C′s did the Lakers

I see green, I see red, I see dead people
The pen is like a sixth sense, I see green, I see red


God damn, I really wish a motherfucker would
Took a bump inside the paint and still the buckets good
I'm tryna keep this weathered engine on the road
While the pendulum's swinging through these sentences
Wild and by the throat
There′s poison dripping from the stars again

And not a whisper from the audience
Tied an knot in his chest and stated the obvious
Tomorrow watches over the soul while holding its oxygen

Skin my knuckles on the bottom of the ocean
Behold the poetry, throw the body in motion
Overcast, burn slowly over these old bones
And all that′s left is a skull full of lonesome

Skin my knuckles on the bottom of the ocean
Behold the poetry, throw the body in motion
Overcast, burn slowly over these old bones
And all that's left is a skull full of lonesome
Skin my knuckles on the bottom of the ocean
Behold the poetry, throw the body in motion
Overcast, burn slowly over these old bones
And all that′s left is a skull full of lonesome