I am dead, you are sad, its exactly how these pieces can collide So Im glad that cool willingness and comfort are now wild This waters cold, though so Im told it stir a million perfect particles of sand Slipped through your hands, now the bodys where theyre inclined to land Is this my kind of living? Is this my kind of land? I am sitting on a grand gesture made of something skewed and underhand And you claim that I will never be made of man I will rise with the sound of bird following this miracle of mine Theyre the kind that would flay about with chest pushed out in pride And they would sing, la la la la la la la la la la and they would laugh ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Is this my kind of living? Is this my kind of land? I am sitting on a grand gesture made of something skewed and underhand And you claim I will never be made of man So true when the enemys made of man So great that I will never be made of man
ha, la, skewed, kind, made