There's hope for the end,
the singing black canary said
As this fog fades away
The canary is singing my name
There's hope for the end
The singing black canary said
Green pastures endlessly beyond me
if there is god this must be him
The canary sets off toward the sunset
singing down below
Maybe one will listen in
There is hope for the end

I am directionless
Obscured
and
magnetic
compass spinning

I am hopeless
My dreams fly high
the future does not
and
neither does time

I am god
before my power
I am satan
without my fire
and

I am nothing.

We use and we use,
It doesn't carry us far,
and typically our boat is abused.

This boat won't carry us far

We shoot and we shoot,
killing whatever we're told,
For country for freedom and whatever to boot.

The gun won't shoot

My dreams are dreaming of being sober,
It's making my blackness feel so much older,
It's the same as I told her.

I'm young, feeling much older.

We played for waste,
everyone spitting our their toxic distaste.
It grew beyond it's natural state.
Manifested into abysmal collaborated fate.

Our heartbeats broke the tape, ******* our heads on
all just falling like flies, and my cigarettes are all gone.
My souls stapled on the leaves, so the wind can carry me on home.
It'll take me through time, *beauty of nothing will make all smile.

And the mountains called your name
You spoke to them in your dreams
They screamed, and thrashed and begged with all their might

To be uplifted, from stationary existence
to see the horizon they always ponder on
but nobody could hear their calls
The foreign language of the wind

Though they were calling your name
in your dreams
oh, they screamed
thrashed
and begged

The sun burned beyond and the mountains
Pulled themselves from the ground
**And The Mountains Came Running.

Complaining, oh my.
Seems everyday is a lullaby.
Jesus Christ ain't singing much,
go on, ******* I've had enough.

ha
ha

Well what would you know?
Dreaming all day everyday.
Believing in something...
That your mouth will never say!

Go on, throw your mouth at me,
Everyday is severance pay.
I control entropy
and the sun will cease to be...
ha....ha.