Coral Castle
Fear and loathing in the glade!
The reptilian arousal of hot beneath the collar
The lush of summer’s cactus blossoming crush on me
(according to all palmetto leaves)
Heard there’s a seer in this swamp--
I’m sure he wouldn’t mind some company

I’m as meek as moths
But getting riper with the rage
Borne of our clusterfuck engagement
Don’t get upset
I’m not upset
Are you upset baby?
I wish it could have been like, somewhere in Chicago

I built your castle from the corpses
Of a million tiny sеahorses and shells
Barnacles up in thе belfry
But now with how fractured I feel
I’ve become an electric eel inside a pool of plecos
And I’m cool with it
In my catatonia
You came to me from in a forest fire
Said, “I’m only stopping through for the night
We can order pad thai, settle in, and have a long talk”

So, you’re not coming out
Have I always been so dumb?
How could I not see this coming?
So I’m upset, yeah I’m upset, aren’t you upset baby?
I gotta tell these cryptid kids their mom isn’t coming

Well tell me what’s a girl to do when Satan shows up on your stoop
I’m at a loss--he is inverting all my crosses
But turns out to be a lovely dude and I wanna show off my home studio
And we bond over which Black Sabbath LPs we dig

Old Scratch with stingray bass in hand and I make up a metal band
So full of fuzz and so downtuned that it’s disgusting
Plus I’ve got a spot we can rehearse
So cool, crepuscular, and cursed that you could laugh
Like over the credits of a slasher film