Zach Hill - Chapters 1 lyrics

On the same day you developed your first scab
And somebody told you they didn’t like
You very much in another other it as
The Year of the Duplex and
The unofficial date was DecemberRemember
One Hundred and
One Eleventh the answer of no one’s
Question was born in an eggless hawk’s
Mouth the title of this creature
Answer was given pre-birth and was Rules

A tribe of Grasswarriors had
Been awaiting this arrival
For a half day the winds had informed
Them to meet at the hawk’s beak when
Their last bit of thread had finished
Their winter's armor the trailblazer
Of these Grasswarriors was
Known as Die he had an ice
Cream cone of a face and the smallest
Existing handshake ever to
Exist in non-existence

The dimension that was in common
Was YES AND NO the
Name of non-reality came naturally by
The land’s most popular
And important questions there wasn’t a
Dinosaur or a fox skull
That didn’t lust of the
Answers of the planets
That is if planets existed and most
Blood thought not’s and no’s

Die had been communicating with Rules
Prior to his One Hundred
And One Eleventh Second Coming
Telepathy and blinking patterns
Through the bugs of air made
This possible when the
Two met square to square and past to past
Seriousness hugged their circle and
The present was celebrity

The school of warriors divided
By Rules headed toward The Crop Circles
At Black Refrigeration
Pasture conversations came by nine mouths and
Was textured and positive as usual
Planet talk took them over die
Loved talk of visiting all
Spheres by them visiting him he
Claimed at any half-moment
The whole universe could sweep him
Up for a visit the others laughed at his
Tales inspiration was celebrity

In another second where day had
Landed and never left
A Purple Tooth and a swarm of knights
Slept on a negative rock this
Group considered themselves one
Tree and moved in the shadow of a squirrel

Hardly ever seen by the pinstripes of night
The posse of knights divided
By Purple was collectively
Known as Man Boy Woman Girl they had
Been yesterday's champions slightly
Down and outers, but with grace and activity

The Knight’s had no knowledge of Rules
Or Die and the Grasswarriors their
Past kingdom was the Year of Two
Stories they had spawned from
A defunct plot of oxygen known in
The old world of Gemini
As colorless in the later hours
Of the live long day
The Knight’s awoke from no sleep they
Too headed to Black Refrigeration Pasture
And path’s were crossed before they
Weren’t crossed on future arrival