Summoned Flats ft. Chaz Matador & DJ food stamp Lyrics

Smog watch him walk like penguin up to parapet

Tumble weed retreat like nah this set look very sketch

Fairies fled, quote unquote fetchin missing wands

God rock Cinder Block 11s up in viscid sludge

Twiddled thumbs and fungus ridden riddles grab a beer

Sniff the dust, it's on some is this even anywhere

Axioms of chasmic blear, saturate the atmosphere

Even Foot & Thomson's trolley abdicated passin here

Hampered its gears, mimes couldn't mimic

Not an 8th of blankness laden through the fibers of the village

No folk afford the orchestra, it make time for a visit

Loopin Going Down Slow... H minor diminished

It's hazed frat pledges without the prize of social capital

Light at the tunnels home, thunderbolt to plasma globe

Town shroud got psithurisms howlin' like a haunted owl

Your optimum doctor will not eradicate macabre

Clouds

The village frightened anthropologists and silenced those with common sense

A smorgasbord of objects sent to watch the glitch had lost their signals

The smog concealing them inside a riddle

So walking in to jot some observations was a doctor known as Sybil

Brash and brilliant, an academic furious with

Periodicals featuring her thoughtless foes

She hopped onto the nearest ferry headed to the rocky zone

Expecting an extraction of the truth to bring the Nobel home

The village gnawed inside of Sybil's bones

Deserted huts, infertile buds beside the whittled roads

That once had served to induce life

Now were nourishing the recluse crows

And soon the days consist of Sybil

Scribbling a sputtered prose

Stacks of smothered journals home

To efforts born of simple hubris, prolific yet aloof and

When the rescue teams had found her notebooks in the ruins

A penniless but crude raccoon was chewing through confused glibs