You work with your soul
And they steal with their eyes
And they take with their hands
As they hear all the plans you don't have…
The most ungraceful walker you've ever seen
But when it comes to talk, your tongue's tightrope is a beam
And no matter how heavy and hysterical I breathe
I can't blow your feathered phonics from this slippery scene
There's a laser in the lotus
No proof, but somehow I know this
And the only thing keeping me alive
Is giving you fuel for your sorceries and sapphires
That you cover up with jobs, drugs and flat tires
As the eggs in your head run amok on the wire
There's a laser in the lotus
No proof, but somehow I know this
And you work with your soul
And they steal with their eyes
And they take with their hands
As they write down your plans
I don't know anything, so I'm told, so they blame me
I don't know anything, so I'm cold, and I'm crazy
All I know is a thing I was told in the haze of
Lost control, and it was that I was, so **** lucky to be
Exhaling above ground, above water
So my feet fled, but still fighting is my head
Gutted and bled, and now
Every friend is a cop with a chess kit
Every friend is a cop with a chess kit
Heart's glow is gone but with blood I'll manage
Still I can't repent without knowing the damage