Squirm
At first the light discovers weakness
In the curtains I have nailed to the wall
Eyelids release and I am certain
I can answer to the call
Although I'm beached upon polluted shores
I whisper complex overtures
Composed as themes to secret wars on entropy
I squirm
I drink my cup of drugs
Tie my boots at the bottom of the hill
Which does not bludgeon my resolve
But rather fortifies my will
I try to rake the leaves consistently
Learn to accept the mystery
Yearn to bloom out of the misery
And find my soul
And feel its form
And then grab hold
Inside this storm
And don't stop moving
Keep unfolding
It's not losing
I am golden
I am now
Where nothing can cut me down
And nothing can fell me
And nothing to which I am bound
And no one can sell me shit
You know I squirm like a fish on the shoreline
Turn from the man getting rich on the poor
Learn from the rube in the que to the Bergheim
Only to be burned like that at the door
Like: "what's that?"
A life devoid of crests
But to avoid a trough
Is just a line
I will not go out flat, I'll go to bat
While haning from the vine
I never wait around a waiting place
Nor rat around a rodent race
I dance my way through time and space
And find my soul
And feel its form
And then grab hold
Inside this storm
And don't stop moving
Keep unfolding
It's not losing
I am golden
I am now
Where nothing can cut me down
And nothing can fell me
And nothing to which I am bound
And no one can sell me shit
In the curtains I have nailed to the wall
Eyelids release and I am certain
I can answer to the call
Although I'm beached upon polluted shores
I whisper complex overtures
Composed as themes to secret wars on entropy
I squirm
I drink my cup of drugs
Tie my boots at the bottom of the hill
Which does not bludgeon my resolve
But rather fortifies my will
I try to rake the leaves consistently
Learn to accept the mystery
Yearn to bloom out of the misery
And find my soul
And feel its form
And then grab hold
Inside this storm
And don't stop moving
Keep unfolding
It's not losing
I am golden
I am now
Where nothing can cut me down
And nothing can fell me
And nothing to which I am bound
And no one can sell me shit
You know I squirm like a fish on the shoreline
Turn from the man getting rich on the poor
Learn from the rube in the que to the Bergheim
Only to be burned like that at the door
Like: "what's that?"
A life devoid of crests
But to avoid a trough
Is just a line
I will not go out flat, I'll go to bat
While haning from the vine
I never wait around a waiting place
Nor rat around a rodent race
I dance my way through time and space
And find my soul
And feel its form
And then grab hold
Inside this storm
And don't stop moving
Keep unfolding
It's not losing
I am golden
I am now
Where nothing can cut me down
And nothing can fell me
And nothing to which I am bound
And no one can sell me shit
Credits
Writer(s): Kane George
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