Album: Feathergun
I'm sure that I'm fine but I heard there's a bath in a river of glass
so I'll take it.
I've always known that the smiles that were shown were plastic and hollow lines
And I'll be damned, your metaphor dollar-fed god got into my head
Hey now! Plastics gather 'round now you're waitin' with your hands out
for the blood flies to come and carry you home
Doubt is a crime and I caught me at last running circles in rounded-off places
Scanning for hope but these windows of gold play tricks on my eyes
Why don't we pull apart, look inside the curtains of origins that imitate life
And where you are is where I'll be floating arms of azure seize
Who will you inspire?
As I watched this world below, and the world I watch grows smaller and smaller
Fear and love all collide all at once
The piper plays green tearing the sleeves, pulled up from the sea and thrown through the ceiling
Stepping stones so carefully untouched
You'll only leave this world alone
Strange that you think you can fly..
Strapped to a stone in a blinked needle's eye
I'll be damned, your all-time-low just lowered again!
Hey now! Plastics gather 'round now you're waitin' with your hands out, waitin' for the war flies
Waitin' for the blood flies to come and carry you