Deck of Cards (AfterSexDilemma collab)

AfterSexDilemma:      
     
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,      
That's the sound.      
A big man balancing on a tricycle,      
Dancing like a clown.      
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.      
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.      
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,      
Makes my ears pop.      
The fish in the sky are going dry.      
Start to flip flop.      
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.      
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,      
Want fame from the tick tock.      
The grandfather signs spirals and shines,      
Brightens my nights with flaming rocks.      
I need a familial chariot ride,      
Need to hide my pride.      
Still wishing for luck.      
I'm alive but I wanna die,      
No need to survive.      
Hide the crime from Sherlock.      
Detox my eyes from the lies.      
The only way to humble,      
Is to destroy what's inside.      
Jacks are wild,      
It's time to beat box.      
     
     
Duice:      
     
Splitting chakra checkered card    
deck reveals a big Joker of hearts    
aligned to be circus clown renown in mastery
to circles in aerial misdirection of arts    
a bachelor of scholar in jester    
to whimsical false degree starts    
unbalanced on high-rise thread walks    
that net catch wild reaction remarks    
cannon fodder for fun launched    
on explosions blown sky high    
a cardinal jeered by child eyes    
or mohawk birdie sky draws nigh    
that’s nearest to touch squirt    
from flower tiers pinned to his lapel    
in mouth agape looks is he UP is he    
STUCK heck the ringmaster won’t dare tell    
big Bangs went POP  ))  )     )    
he climbs out tube confused    
bewildered walking tight circles    
his red eye focal spirals to amuse    
out jumps detective Sherlock shroud  
in sirens to investigate the scene    
who trips on bagged gun powder    
anxiously left out from routine    
with Charlie Chapman astute gesture    
he spies the spot without doubt    
silent and quirky for show Holmes’
doppelgänger quickly figures it out    
then with audacious sly words    
that exit shrewd vocals stout    
“Fish Won’t Fry Themselves    
With Ingredients Left Out”