Allow me a moment to While you were sleeping the ocean drained But It yawned and groaned as it from its bed It diluted and extended its head And took form At least in part at But it encountered the Earth It took a deep in, extended its arms, and into the sky It took wing over mountain and it on the wind It the cities but as the sun dimmed It fat and as it cursed at the earth It grew fat and it cursed at the
In a rage and a display of bright lights It spat and began to give The is off the rose, at least for me for me The bloom is off the rose, at for me like me can bark, but the caravan moves on Dogs me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on rolling on
When you awoke, a new had formed the clamorous night, through the magnificent
It from the sky to and preform Its endless in its uniform
The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, and the Tired metaphors out before your eyes Sedation, But to be satisfied and Without any of intellectual gain to be what's in fashion
Interpret the to mean that you want it to be I've heard same words fall from my own lips It falls flat and I its value It flat and I question its worth
In a thunderous And a display of bright It spat and to give birth The bloom is off the rose, at for me for me The is off the rose, at least for me Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan on Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan keeps on rolling on
Better to a candle curse at the darkness Better to a candle Better to light a than curse at the Better to light a
This is the confluence of narrative and a stream of lies and empty poetry
You don't have to be the one to me You have to be the one to let me down You don't have to be the one to me You don't have to be the one to let me You don't to be the one to tell me You have to be the one to let me down You don't to be the one to tell me You don't to be the one to let me down
A way of saying nothing But a seems to allude to something more a purpose and a real direction But they're just words in a template The mistakes we made before I, for one, am fucking Of conceptions that bring nothing new the womb But if story is the same Then the has truly lost its bloom Can you sing it to me? I can't relate to this, I relate it's your preference, but I can't relate I relate to this, I can't relate Maybe your preference, but I can't relate.
"Where is the We're entertained. Where is the problem? entertained." My problem's the consistency every concept made Don't tell me a story What does it "Where is the We're entertained. Where is the We're entertained." I want to feel something more than betrayed You are the I am the Are you satisfied, be satisfied, satisfied.