Ive been dancing on the quicksand for one too many moments/
Swallowing the sunshine and company Ive chosen/
Is the company of wolves, underneath their clothing/
They just hide their sheepish smiles that are sunk beneath the ocean/
With the chitty-chitty bang bang, pretty city same pain/
Do I? Did he? Witty, will he really let his fangs hang?/
Amen, cause that statements all but obvious/
And all I want to know is what it takes to show my godliness/
Im defacing all the monuments/
In this lonely desert, theres no trace of Ozymandias/
And I dont know how many people catch the references/
Caught up in the revelry but still they lack the reverence/
Of standards like my skeletons or craft the saddest elegance/
Cause I can sink tsunamis that could probably crack the sediment/
And this is just an open, drunken, broken, sunken nothing/
Hoping that Im something when the Reaper comes to sow/
Secrets of my soul are simply jagged/
Little pieces thatll finally show the truth if I can match it/
In a sequence, and they tell me that my eyes are simply windows to the soul/
But my window panes are only pain&here we go/
This is where you listen close, anaconda grips the throat/
Dancing with the devil and hes stepping on my mistletoes/
Id give control if you can tell me itll be alright/
Cause nothing ever lives and no one ever really dies/
Im over-pessimistic in this slumbered frame of mind/
Even rainbows are just another bank to climb/
Another waste of time, that I feel but cant kiss/
I feel like Atlas when the thunder breaks my spine/
Ive spent eleven hours sinking in the mud/
And all Ive done is paint your facial features with my blood/
Cause Ive wasted half my life thinking Im in love/
But it was just the side-effects of breathing ether in my lungs/ (yes)
Man bites dog, gnaws his hands right off yall/
Just cant fight off all of mankinds flaws, call/
Me atheist, a satanist or anti-god while/
Ill wait for this so place your bets til landslide fall off/ (?)
And Ill watch&while the innocent shatters/
The phoenix never comes to be risen from ashes/
Were all gone but there isnt a rapture/
And everything you loved was just visions of grandeur/
So I go to sleep (sleep), listen inactively/
To my heart beat (beat), is it a masterpiece?/
Or fools gold, is feeling so cheap/
Theres more than one way to go to and skin a catastrophe/
And actually, when the rose is red and caustic/
Im just feeling like Im frozen in these ????? topics/
Where Im dealing with the copacetic, open-ended logic/
That no one ever dies even though our flesh is tarnished/
