Our Genius Species
Get lost
Even dead in half a mirage
Complacent with facts of folklore
Torn to pieces below on the rocks
Protected wherever you're lost
I've perfected the sign of the sure
Half-drunk and buried across the mountains when all is lost
(Get lost.)
The thread has been spun
You're lost
Genius species?
Genius species?
More like antiquated entries
Evolved from halfwit memories
Forced width in backlit canopies
I'm a fractioned tragedy
Get lost, gallant horse
We're all fish in the sea
But when did we become so bleak?
When did we walk from water to God and forget everything
In between?
(Get lost.)
There's a hole somewhere that we crossed from here to there
Never learning from our pasts and always in despair
Don't get lost in yourself
Stand up
Sit down
Kneel down
Your tongue won't talk you past (what) you've undone
Don't get lost in yourself
Get lost, gallant horse
Your gait doesn't carry you past your valiant recourse
Your pedestal does nothing but repeat your skyward downfall
Forethought and passion was left long ago
In the routine of milking your selfish and also dangerous risks
Into the overflowing pale of your apathy
Don't be here when I get back
Don't get lost in yourself
Just get lost
Even dead in half a mirage
Complacent with facts of folklore
Torn to pieces below on the rocks
Protected wherever you're lost
I've perfected the sign of the sure
Half-drunk and buried across the mountains when all is lost
(Get lost.)
The thread has been spun
You're lost
Genius species?
Genius species?
More like antiquated entries
Evolved from halfwit memories
Forced width in backlit canopies
I'm a fractioned tragedy
Get lost, gallant horse
We're all fish in the sea
But when did we become so bleak?
When did we walk from water to God and forget everything
In between?
(Get lost.)
There's a hole somewhere that we crossed from here to there
Never learning from our pasts and always in despair
Don't get lost in yourself
Stand up
Sit down
Kneel down
Your tongue won't talk you past (what) you've undone
Don't get lost in yourself
Get lost, gallant horse
Your gait doesn't carry you past your valiant recourse
Your pedestal does nothing but repeat your skyward downfall
Forethought and passion was left long ago
In the routine of milking your selfish and also dangerous risks
Into the overflowing pale of your apathy
Don't be here when I get back
Don't get lost in yourself
Just get lost
Credits
Writer(s): Cory Fisher, Dustin Montgomery, Justin Cole Cole, Todd Webber
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