A TICKLISH PROPHET

Oh! Hello

Me again

Surreptitiously sneaking into your ear drums

A mythological apology

Never apologise for the God in me

Spending hours lost in hauntology

Feel like the ocean is on top of me

Trying to live my life like a plentiful cacophony

Yeah

Nothing's stopping me

Nothing's stopping me

But I guarantee you're never fucking dropping me

If you look deeper then you know that there's a God in me

If you look deeper I am more than my pathology

Be quiet when I'm talking to you

Carry all the bags home from ALDI like i've got something to prove

My hands are fucked

They're fucked

My fingers are red fuckin' raw, mate

But I got the bags home

And all the perishables were intact

Tickling the bass strings

Plucking at 'em poetically

Phonetically

Energetically

Prophetically

Like I am a ticklish prophet

I'm a ticklish little prophet

I think you're a little bit too eager for the profit

I dragged these words out from inside my heart socket

Let me put this on the docket

Whatever you are, yeah, I will be the opposite

I think you're a little bit too eager for the profit

I dragged these words out from inside my heart socket

Let me put this on the docket

Whatever you are, yeah, I will be the opposite

I think you're a little bit too eager for the profit

I dragged these words out from inside my heart socket

Let me put this on the docket

Whatever you are, yeah, mate, I'll be the opposite

I think you're a little bit too eager for the profit

I dragged these words out from inside my heart socket

Let me put this on the docket

Whatever you are, yeah, I will be the opposite

Talking out loud to myself like

Dang - I am the big bang

Talking out loud to myself

Just wondering, pondering like