Trident Tail
Think like us for once
And you'll wish you had
Not unlocked that box
It was curious
Too many things
That you hate
Sick of sucking up dust
In the dream you had
Smashed apart that box
To a million
Pieces that you're gonna hate
Not enough powers in the day
Got a horn from a rubber mask
And put it on my head
Used glue to hold there
Got the stuff that you said
It was gum from a spirit yea
He poured it into my hands
Not enough powers in the day
Found a job at a party shop
Waited for my check
Bought the mask from the dream I had
It was a devil instead
Traced the tiles to a mirrored wall
Saw the imagine
Posh was pigging out
A monacle and he owns
Was seeing things
Clearer than my own two eyes
Creatures on the wall
Accessories and all
Were jumping off
And falling on the floor
Not enough powers in the day
Took the trash bluest box
Threw it into it's mouth
A thousand wigs that will do
For shifting shapes into others
Twisting waves in the air
And disappointing our fathers
I put the hair in a bag
It was tangled up for a bit
Separate every strand
Make them softer again
I find myself in this can
Every now and again
There is a simple truth
At the bottom of it
Now there's a lock on that can
Keeping us out of it
I brought a girl over there
She never called me again
And you'll wish you had
Not unlocked that box
It was curious
Too many things
That you hate
Sick of sucking up dust
In the dream you had
Smashed apart that box
To a million
Pieces that you're gonna hate
Not enough powers in the day
Got a horn from a rubber mask
And put it on my head
Used glue to hold there
Got the stuff that you said
It was gum from a spirit yea
He poured it into my hands
Not enough powers in the day
Found a job at a party shop
Waited for my check
Bought the mask from the dream I had
It was a devil instead
Traced the tiles to a mirrored wall
Saw the imagine
Posh was pigging out
A monacle and he owns
Was seeing things
Clearer than my own two eyes
Creatures on the wall
Accessories and all
Were jumping off
And falling on the floor
Not enough powers in the day
Took the trash bluest box
Threw it into it's mouth
A thousand wigs that will do
For shifting shapes into others
Twisting waves in the air
And disappointing our fathers
I put the hair in a bag
It was tangled up for a bit
Separate every strand
Make them softer again
I find myself in this can
Every now and again
There is a simple truth
At the bottom of it
Now there's a lock on that can
Keeping us out of it
I brought a girl over there
She never called me again
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Latona, Nicholas Reinhart, John Clardy
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