Allow me a moment to While you sleeping the ocean wasn't drained But It yawned and groaned as it rose its bed It diluted and extended its head And took form At least in part at But when it the Earth It took a draw in, extended its arms, and into the sky It took wing mountain and it rode on the wind It traveled the but as the sun dimmed It grew fat and as it at the earth It fat and it cursed at the earth
In a rage and a display of bright lights It spat and to give birth The bloom is off the rose, at for me for me The bloom is off the rose, at for me Dogs like me can bark, but the moves on Dogs like me can bark, but the just keeps on rolling on
When you awoke, a new ocean had Through the night, through the storm
It fell the sky to reform and Its endless in its uniform
The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, and the Tired played out before your eyes Sedation, But to be and entertained Without any source of intellectual to be what's in fashion
Interpret the meaning to that you want it to be I've heard these same words fall my own lips It flat and I question its value It flat and I question its worth
In a thunderous And a display of bright It spat and began to birth The is off the rose, at least for me for me The is off the rose, at least for me like me can bark, but the caravan moves on Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan keeps on rolling on
Better to a candle than curse at the Better to light a to light a candle than at the darkness Better to light a
is the confluence of narrative and naivety Swallowing a stream of lies and poetry
You don't have to be the one to me You don't to be the one to let me down You have to be the one to tell me You don't to be the one to let me down You have to be the one to tell me You have to be the one to let me down You have to be the one to tell me You have to be the one to let me down
A catchy way of saying But a seems to allude to something more With a and a real direction But they're just punched in a template The mistakes we made before I, for one, am tired Of conceptions that bring new from the womb But if every story is the Then the rose has lost its bloom Can you sing it to me? I can't relate to this, I can't Maybe it's preference, but I can't relate I can't relate to this, I can't Maybe it's your preference, but I relate.
"Where is the We're entertained. is the problem? We're entertained." My problem's the with every concept made Don't tell me a story What does it "Where is the We're entertained. Where is the problem? entertained." I to feel something more than just betrayed You are the I am the Are you satisfied, be satisfied, satisfied.