So they march us down the street keeping time to a broken beat
And the morals that we worship will be gone
Spite the blisters on our feet, we will all make a mass retreat
to a world where what we need will carry on

It’s spiraling out of hand, and we’re polling the crowd again
Nobody told me us life was not free
So I say to me
“Put up those halfway houses and pray the storm recedes.”
We act so vicious out of greed
As if there’s a victory among us, none such

So we’re taking our friends and we’re puttin’ ‘em out
like there ain’t no love to go around
Pulling no punches, only teeth
Then we’re taking the ends and we’re finding it out
It pulls you up to push them down
And this is not where I wanna be, either, picky eater

Now I think we’ve lost the plot, so we make ourselves a new lot
by putting two of our friends inside a room
We’ll be popping our candy corn in a protest anti-****
while strapping ourselves inside the viewing booth
And staying so clean
Taking our Adderall, and going for the guttural
Laying all our incensers next to us
They’re blaming us for the mess so we’ve gotta totally digress
and turn against the only ones we trust
Next time I feel mean

I’ll try openly
Cut out my heart and tape it on my sleeve
Can we have their shame redeemed for a handful of thee
in tickets (quit this)

I’ve got a certain feeling you’ll be beat around it when the bush is in bloom
Again, I’ve got a secret 7th sense about it…you’ll dance like a foot if I shoot
Though - my mind is resolute: I don’t play with my food.

So we’re taking our friends and we’re puttin’ ‘em out
like there ain’t no love to go around
Pulling no punches, only teeth
Then we’re taking the ends and we’re finding it out
It pulls you up to push them down
and this is not where I want to be, either, picky eater

I lose at love
I’m feeling stupid
I’m proud enough
I call on Cupid

When life is draught
There’s nothing to it
Lose your bluff
Summon new recruitments

There’s nothing wrong
Desire is human
The wing man’s fletch is drawn
Come on, trust the music

Love on an aerial path
Surrender is useless
Be my wrath,
Be my justice

Here’s a tale so long regaled it’s trite unto a kid
Some time back, a man’s new hat invited so he hid
Matter that he did

Under cap, the mind just snapped, his skin has been replaced
The thin textile, his spirit nubile, the peer of id amazed.
Little that had changed.
Member of yesterday.

Go be both and choose to
Rectify no other’s rule
A man who throws the world, and A candy perfume girl

Incipient air into their heart, they self they knew had went
Trading out the grims of him a greener she invent
Wearing total mint,
Knowing nil of lint.

The scars of light behind her eyes from blocking out the son
Far archived, the molly perches letting out a growl
Mirror version said,
“We concede”, alleged

I become the rule
My body the monocle
A man who throws the world, and A candy perfume girl

I’ll do what I can
Maybe someday I’ll marry the ice cream man

Then high on some path a lowly branch, discreetly its hand clenched
The accessory suspended, gone unnoticed by that tenant
The pride of veil in lift,
the bribe of being him

Wearing views it’s hard to choose so nether forth do they
Upon a praise to unlock self praise, I cower into modes instead
Flatter, that she intended
The Hatter hold his question

I think this time I’ve got something figured, I thought it then drawn on the sand
Release relief, intermissionaries drop off the end

We be this way, the prophets profit
Often it’s out of our hands
Needing a faith, it’s on-off awful
We all come and follow the plan

But this time let us be free of the memory, open your head
And this time don’t let me love you again

Without this background interference we’re hearing it clear and it’s fresh
If it’s a yes, a dalliance and a dance has thrown off the scent

We share space, the connection it stirs in me altruistic grace
You’ll always be the perfect no
No, I must send you away

This time let us be free of the memory
This time don’t let me love you again
Don’t call for me again, I’ll show you what I am

I’m feeling stuck, it’s automatic
I drive my truck into traffic
Framed and cucked like Roger Rabbit
I’m driving up in automatic

I’m so bored tonight, baby
In my head I see a different fantasy
where i’m so borderline crazy and
never get my way

I’m feeling dumb
In autumn mad at
It’s just a girl I loved
I’m filled enough
With all the reservations
I rev it up in automatic

and it burns, and it burns, and it burns
When you hold me back it’s like we’re taking turns.

Undisciplined towards time, pining for involvement
Every object should act with autarky then present its packet in punctual succession
So I can just sit back, relax, and watch it happen
A shiny truck: in automatic.

You’re done walking
You step off the jewels in your path, you’ve done away with that
I’m cold open
Calling all the muses in range without a ringing page,
without a ringing page

If she rides with Jimmy tonight I will not sit idly by,
I’ll be on my feet again at ten with scattered eyes
If she goes rides with him tonight I’m on repeat, by design
Tracing the cave again attent to satellites

It’s unspoken
You break at the part where it turns into the pedaled woods
I’m off walking
I’m building a view of the space above a single place,
above a single place

If she rides with Jimmy tonight I will not sit idly by,
I’ll be on my feet again at ten with scattered eyes

(If she rides with Jimmy tonight I will not sit idly by)
If she rides tonight
(I’ll be on my feet again, at ten with scattered eyes)
If she rides tonight
(If she goes rides with him tonight, I’ll be replete, by design)
If she rides tonight
(Tracing the cave again, attent to satellites)
If she rides tonight

You’re done walking
You step off the jewels in your path, you’ve done away with that
With that

If she rides with Jimmy tonight I will not sit idly by,
I’ll be on my feet again at ten with scattered eyes
If she goes rides with him tonight I’m on repeat by design,
Tracing the cave again attent to satellites

You took a piece and you died of something that I never knew
You took a piece and you died, it’s something that we’d never do

I thought about it, over my head, I found no peace
I thought about it, I walked around, there was nothing that I couldn’t see

Could you turn it around? There’s something that I’d need to see
What I mistook as a bow, they will forever hold thee

But which one was it?
The broken quest wins empty chest
Which is was it best?

Could you turn it around? From a mask, for I cannot know thee
We live on another ground, there the spirit never leeches me

over my head I found no peace