oh how good you could have been kid, if no one had every told you, that you were any good.
you really could have been as good kid, as you were before anyone ever told you, that you were any good.
like a space age cave man.
i got this job as a temp as a shaman, waiting in an endless line of my identical selves.(x2) waiting only to betray my own monument.
like an ancient astronaut.
i got this job as a temp as a shaman, waiting in an endless line of my identical selves. all these me's just stand around, tapping the me ahead of me on the shoulder to ask, "what are you here for?"
and you know what your voice says about you when you speak of taste and say, "i'm sorry i'm not sorry."
and are you comfortable under my algebra, between the folds of my palms? temping as a shaman. temping as a shaman.