Dinnerthyme
In the dark caress of a caravan of thoughts
Which swallow your whole being and bring your movement to a halt
Thinking of how the feds have sabotaged the minds of the American people
As your data gets sucked into a big banking computer called Aladdin, which chokes you Out
In your life do you see another me
Who's more beautiful
Please help our weary souls
And I'm trying really hard
How can I escape the mess
And find out how to be my very best
Uncollected and tragic are the operations of the everyday
Which flow back and forth creating an inescapable maze of meaningless desires, Botoxed faces, and trucks that appear to be tanks
Corroborating a deeply saddening truth that freedom now is a purchase at your disposal
Any single day
Looking for the concha and back again
Wasted looking for your best of friends
Searching for the concha and back again
Workout wasted my body
My life again
Workout, workout
Empty your head
Workout, workout
Emptied eyes again
Workout, workout
Empty your head
Workout, workout
Emptied eyes again
And at the end of the road
All will be okay, we're coming home
You know they always say you'll live another day
It's dinnertime
Which swallow your whole being and bring your movement to a halt
Thinking of how the feds have sabotaged the minds of the American people
As your data gets sucked into a big banking computer called Aladdin, which chokes you Out
In your life do you see another me
Who's more beautiful
Please help our weary souls
And I'm trying really hard
How can I escape the mess
And find out how to be my very best
Uncollected and tragic are the operations of the everyday
Which flow back and forth creating an inescapable maze of meaningless desires, Botoxed faces, and trucks that appear to be tanks
Corroborating a deeply saddening truth that freedom now is a purchase at your disposal
Any single day
Looking for the concha and back again
Wasted looking for your best of friends
Searching for the concha and back again
Workout wasted my body
My life again
Workout, workout
Empty your head
Workout, workout
Emptied eyes again
Workout, workout
Empty your head
Workout, workout
Emptied eyes again
And at the end of the road
All will be okay, we're coming home
You know they always say you'll live another day
It's dinnertime
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Writer(s): Matthew Balzekas
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