Take It to the Ocean

I go line mining
Land fishing
I target a thought and I kill all of its friends
I grab its broken legs by its golden pants
I take it to the ocean and sell it to the plants

And I'm cruel when I tell them
That they're not good enough
That they won't get a song
That they won't fall in love
But if I cant make it feel
Then I'm fine to be harsh
Fine to be cold
Fine to end the life

I watched it turn 3AM and I didn't do a thing
I should've gone to sleep
I shouldn't try to sing

Do you know the cracks on your floor?
Do you know the wall by your door?
You haven't said anything at all
But it's a song so it should be like that
I have a mic and the right format
And now all the words that I worked at

I go line mining
Mind fishing
I target parts of me that don't have any friends
I walk with broken legs and use my only pants
I stay inside for too long cause there I have a chance
Nobody had to tell me that
Nobody had to tell me that
Nobody had to tell me that
No

This is the end of it now
Brace
Cause here comes the sound