You’re a clean slate
Me I’m faulty wiring
Ditch the meat plate
Say hello to multi-vitamin
Live for today
Because tomorrow’s never promised friend
Lips disengaged
While we sit and watch the bottle spin
Pick around the scab
Without obsessing on the edges
You’ve learned how to act
But lack an honest presence
Fuckers got the map
But lack sense of direction
Now the path is full of litter
And the rats are on the rise
Yeah
You think the curse is in disguise
That size matters
Not in my book
Or by my chapter
Or by the light my eyes channel
By the time we analyze
The patterns of fireflies
Will bring alive atlas
Center in on a spine and remember
The cause for the crime is forever
Center in on a spine and remember
That God lives in all of us forever
For better or worse
Or for-
What it’s worth
My feathers are burned
And the weather here on Earth
Is changing temperature
So drastically
Paint a better picture of it
Like it’s your last masterpiece
But you’re never high enough
When you’re climbing outta love
And so the dirt you cover up
Becomes a diamond in the rough
Perhaps Im cowardice
And contradictive in my efforts
When it comes to blowing whistles
At such ominous endeavors
You too soon will lose consciousness forever
When you snooze you lose
Clues once obvious now never
The market is set
You know what they want
But you don’t know you
So you pose and you flaunt
With the clothes that you’ve got
over the bones
You lure ‘em in
And convince the fish they should swim
In the pond that you swim
Away from the mainstream
So they hop in your vessel
Come up to your level
And settle for the accessible
Meanwhile the ice age is frozen
And the higher-brained artists
Are floatin' in the ocean
Trying to reconnect with rain
I just wanna bounce your big heads off
An invisible wall
And throw you in a pig pen till you get sick
And finally evolve some wings
Uh
Now pull your pants up
Quit acting like a boy,
Boy man up!
Uh
Yeah, you gotta fan club
And now you’re panning to the camera
In hand cuffs!
Hands up!
Uh
Now pull your pants up
Quite acting like a boy,
Boy man up!
Uh
Yeah, you gotta fan club
And now you’re panning to the camera
In hand cuffs!
Hands up!
News reporters voice says:
«It's jerks like that that end up as supervisors…»