Sky Man Takes a Bite of a Cloud
Out by the highway, three pansies in a pocket
The tree trembles, tell the prison doors to lock it
And the eyes of God have finally been opened
Glue the shards back together till it was never broken
Sky man takes a bite of a cloud
Finally nobody is standing 5 or 7
The children came to join me and drift behind the present
I'm soft and hazy, I'm steaming from the kettle
Animals arrive, and their legs are filled with metal
Sky man takes a bite of a cloud
I'll march behind you
While you're following the leader
I'll give you the knife
And it'll cut you deeper
Push forward
Let it numb all of your nerves
Have heart
And administer the cure
Pins and needles
They swim to set you free
So pull forward
And bring it back to me
Foam mucus
The lord of living hard
So take highly
Until we're all in charge
Terror on legs
Amoeba outline
It's like everything I've never seen before
Floral patterns crushed by steaming boulders
Flaming Jesus behind the mountain
Habit ground space like hairy ancestors
And bow down to the king and queen of the hair pin
Neverland on wheels will bring us backwards
My lights are out
But I'm on fire
The tree trembles, tell the prison doors to lock it
And the eyes of God have finally been opened
Glue the shards back together till it was never broken
Sky man takes a bite of a cloud
Finally nobody is standing 5 or 7
The children came to join me and drift behind the present
I'm soft and hazy, I'm steaming from the kettle
Animals arrive, and their legs are filled with metal
Sky man takes a bite of a cloud
I'll march behind you
While you're following the leader
I'll give you the knife
And it'll cut you deeper
Push forward
Let it numb all of your nerves
Have heart
And administer the cure
Pins and needles
They swim to set you free
So pull forward
And bring it back to me
Foam mucus
The lord of living hard
So take highly
Until we're all in charge
Terror on legs
Amoeba outline
It's like everything I've never seen before
Floral patterns crushed by steaming boulders
Flaming Jesus behind the mountain
Habit ground space like hairy ancestors
And bow down to the king and queen of the hair pin
Neverland on wheels will bring us backwards
My lights are out
But I'm on fire
Credits
Writer(s): Cam Pulaski
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