It's like a diamond stake pushed through the silence of my brain It's like a thunder of voices coming down like a hurricane It's like a forest of gunfire blowing past my bedroom door It's like the force of a god pushing down on my floor
Whip smart, by all accounts, but lost beneath the sheets Forced out of a comfort zone and pushed out to the streets Spastic changing voices like a record out of line Just speak like you always do and don't **** with my mind
I'm like a tidal wave that only gets halfway there No shore to erode with no Taiwan to even care I'm like a promise left on the kitchen table after dawn Someone will find it but it will be thrown out on the lawn
Born without a spoon but there is silver in my teeth I'm made out of as much spirit as a plastic, clearance wreath Dust beneath the stars cancels out the dawning sun Shine on the bums, the prophets, everyone