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451

 

451

(album: Science Fiction - 2017)


I'm awake, there's no part to play
Drinking Drano, smoking grass, one under the pass
What we saw in the woods today, repeat 60 cycle delay (hey)
My TV says it's all in your head so shake it out and share your bread
We're not separate, waste your thoughts and waste your time
I live in yours and you in mine
(Swallow the pitch that flows from the Earth)

Soft spot, lightning rod, the paint is peeling
A million suns won't fill you up
If you can't see the wine flowing over your cup
Last thread, dancing dead, one more time with feeling
Pass the plate and you sit back down
And go back to your hole in the woods on the ground
(Wait, wait, wait a second)

The clock ticks but you just sit and wish you had someone to wrestle with
It's small tooth touch comes around and rings your bell
Shows you how you thought you felt
Slowly floss your holy molars
Deader than a Donner daughter
I start the car with my mind
Fired up my fear machine, can't help what they drove into me
(Swallow the pitch that flows from the earth)

Soft spot, lightning rod, the paint is peeling
A million suns won't fill you up
If you can't see the wine flowing over your cup
Last thread, dancing dead, one more time with feeling
Pass the plate and you sit back down
And go back to your hole in the woods on the ground

Soft spot, lightning rod, the paint is peeling
A million suns won't fill you up
If you can't see the wine flowing over your cup
Last thread, dancing dead, one more time with feeling
Pass the plate and you sit back down
And go back to your hole in the woods on the ground

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