Sage Francis - Clickety Clack lyrics

Death be not proud
Though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe
For, those, whom thou think'st
Thou dost overthrow
Die not, poore death, nor canst thou kill mee

Clickety clack, clickety clack
Gather my things, and I quickly attack
Sword in my sheath, knife in my back
Keep enemies closer than where friends are at

Rose in my mouth, the petals are black
One armored suit, the metal's intact
Come fully strapped with a skull wooly hat
Just picture that, clickety clack
Now I find my location and unfold a map
My index inspects it and follows the path
My horse is on loan, and I borrowed a staff
From some mystical wizard
I will give it back
But I'm off to the races
My face has got cracks
Worn out and weathered like
A red leather mask
I've been through the storm, future
Present and past
Light as a feather, swift as a cat
Cold as a rock
You know not what you nicked from my sack
Little bastard, you'll get skinned for that
And you'll swim with the fishes
Once I finish this task
No strings attached, clickety clack

Kicked myself in the ass for
Not bringing my axe
But I've got the flash paper
And one single match
Light won't escape me, a fire will catch
You'll beg and you'll plead
You'll scream and you'll scratch
But nothing can save you, you need to relax
I'll keep you alive for a while
Feed you scraps
Love you like you deserve love
With some smacks
A kick and a slap, clickety clack
It's no longer personal
I'm simply detached from what's hurtful
I need to keep my business exact
Separate beings
I can see our differences are vast
And I can't bridge the gap, clickety clack
Built a rickety raft out of
Twigs and some grass and I made it to shore
Just before it collapsed
Salute to this mission
Take swigs from your flask
Tilt your glass, pick your poison
I'm poised to be fast on your scent
Picked it up just by sniffin' the tracks
Kept my ear to the ground
And heard snickers and laughs
Adding insult to injury for
Your criminal acts
Now the cost of your freedom is a liberty tax

You should have known better than
To be mingling with rats
Got a lead to your shack from
Some gypsies in the trash
Cryptic interactions
I asked them to stick to facts
Made a trade and gave them
Everything that I packed
Now there's a brick through
Your window, kid, sift through the glass
Notice the note in which
The brick was wrapped
Explaining that I know how you're
Quick to the dash
But it won't be very long before
You slip in my trap
Like a moth to the flame with
It's wings in the wax
It's hard to escape with your
Limbs in a cast
Your heart will deflate when your
Wrists both get slashed
And gradually I snap these synapses in half
Magnificent crescendo, the cymbals all crash
You'll pay for your deeds
But we don't accept cash
We will mix and match this for that
Tit for tat gonna get it, get it back
Gonna getcha getcha back