Verse1 1 I wish that I was Patrick Danville Instead Im pulling cords on parachutes and finding anvils Off the roller coaster into the toaster oven A worn pair of pants makes a mournful dance For every button lost in the turbulence And Ill be sent where the words went When they were forgotten There aint nothing stopping ka but flaws Too often dwelt upon Heironymous Bosch, not posh Spirit creature is a megalodon Caught in an aquarium I pulled the polygon seeds From the trees and I buried them Im very weary when the sun is gone rom sky Ive denied god but only 2 times 3rds the charm right? Or is that when I strike out? I dont know, been shrouded in doubt since 13 Im only human but Im not sure what that means Verse 2 Picking at the glue between the seams of my dream journal See the turtle of enormous girth Awake another day walking the earth that sits on his shell Listen well and well be well met Forget hell Selling light Remember white life Dont you dare bite into what you dont need Youve been lied to by the pied piper and his news on the TV We see what we would like to see But what will there be when man fizzles Not much of beat poet But I can scribble with the rest Death is left to flesh and bone My soul knows no headstone Left alone to meditate but You aint opening no chakra with some pot so Shut up I only got 2 eyes and theyve been rolling back Cause lately Ive been knocking boots with lady luck Matter of fact, I think that were in love So Ill take her to the grave pace faithfully There aint nothing getting saved But songs played and made money Ones company, twos all I really need Threes funny to a recluse And groups are tachycardia Mortal Dans heart beats hard When art becomes Antarctica Welcome to Iceland
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