Sunday Best

Silence is where are the creatures go
Creatures the things we will never know
Drowning in the bath of eternal sin

Draping the flesh over my pure eyes
Top of my head and down to my thighs
Grazing the surface of my own skin

The touch the tap
The mystifying act of
The clutch the clap
The fluctuating love for
The noise the trap
The puzzling voice of
The crease the gap
Of every single choice

But mine
Always looking out for the one and only sign
Always looking out for the ones who are left behind
Consistently trapped between every single line
Everyday

Balance is what all the people need
People consume the things that they feed
Tearing apart the land we're on

Slashing gashing through
The inner lines that define you
When that line has been drawn

The touch the tap
The mystifying act of
The clutch the clap
The fluctuating love for
The noise the trap
The puzzling voice of
The crease the gap
Of every single choice

But mine
Always looking out for the one and only sign
Always looking out for the ones who are left behind
Consistently trapped between every single line
Everyday

Always rocking out the best in your sunday best always
Holding out the rest for the life-long test
Testing all the little boys who are hanging round
Talk about the little girls who are all about the
Dreamiest things you could ever dream but
Nothing is what it might just seem so
Hit em up wash em downcome around
And it might just lift you from the ground

We're still looking
We are still looking out for
We're still looking
We are still looking out for
We're still looking
We are still looking out for something
For something else

But mine
Always looking out for the one and only sign
Always looking out for the ones who are left behind
Consistently trapped between every single line everyday
But mine
Always looking out for the one and only sign
Always looking out for the ones who are left behind
Consistently trapped between every single line everyday