Another Death for the Creatively Repressed
The cat has caught my tongue and has sewn it to my cheek
And as my mouth fills with blood, I dribble as I teach
Of the decadence of stuff and its irrelevancies
But as the audience sloughs, it's becomes obvious to me
To keep a captive a mind it needs to take part in the farce
But with the impatience of time, the edges grow too sharp
It's a perfection to find, but the obscuring makes it hard
Am I blind?
As soon as the tide creeps close
I pack up all of my clothes
And I'm gone
When the curtain starts to open
I sheepishly suck my gut in
And I'm gone
As I burn another bridge, I use the ash to make my bed
Though the fumes make me sick, I prefer this instead
Of a never ending twitch or boundless round of dread
So I'll wallow in this pit, waking up with a scorched head
It's like in archaeology, you dust through all the cracks
To see what really piques and distinguish what's crap
So if you peer into this deep, you should discover your own map
Why can't I see?
As soon as the tide creeps close
I pack up all of my clothes
And I'm gone
When the curtain starts to open
I sheepishly suck my gut in
And I'm gone
If you want to follow my footsteps,
Take solace in what will be tread has been tread
And the mud has been trampled into dust
We'll keep wandering through this absurd death
Again and again
As soon as the tide creeps close
I pack up all of my clothes
And I'm gone
When the curtain starts to open
I sheepishly suck my gut in
And I'm gone
And as my mouth fills with blood, I dribble as I teach
Of the decadence of stuff and its irrelevancies
But as the audience sloughs, it's becomes obvious to me
To keep a captive a mind it needs to take part in the farce
But with the impatience of time, the edges grow too sharp
It's a perfection to find, but the obscuring makes it hard
Am I blind?
As soon as the tide creeps close
I pack up all of my clothes
And I'm gone
When the curtain starts to open
I sheepishly suck my gut in
And I'm gone
As I burn another bridge, I use the ash to make my bed
Though the fumes make me sick, I prefer this instead
Of a never ending twitch or boundless round of dread
So I'll wallow in this pit, waking up with a scorched head
It's like in archaeology, you dust through all the cracks
To see what really piques and distinguish what's crap
So if you peer into this deep, you should discover your own map
Why can't I see?
As soon as the tide creeps close
I pack up all of my clothes
And I'm gone
When the curtain starts to open
I sheepishly suck my gut in
And I'm gone
If you want to follow my footsteps,
Take solace in what will be tread has been tread
And the mud has been trampled into dust
We'll keep wandering through this absurd death
Again and again
As soon as the tide creeps close
I pack up all of my clothes
And I'm gone
When the curtain starts to open
I sheepishly suck my gut in
And I'm gone
Credits
Writer(s): Abi Warner, Kaden Johanson, Preston Warner
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