Eye See Thru U
Flipping through your Moleskin, shrinking you down
Like a February dunk tank after sundown
Run up to the present been laps around the past
Lapsed pew sitter with your hands half clasped
Grasped at every glittery new thing to bring a rise
Thinking it was the path to head spring, any trade you could ply
Could be a spade and you'd get by
Afraid of that seasonal change, when the pie crumble
Humble knowing your grey matter pass the mean
But the ends always seemed like a blocked pipe dream
Fake that ego to brush shoulders with anyone
Who'd blow like a megaton but most were hired guns
Wishing you could be more real, standing on two
Instead there's the fake smiles, and Imma go home too
Always have an answer when the path is a corkscrew
But it will come to a fall where I again join you
And when you can't stop lying
I'll shake my head and pray
Maybe today's the day you
Turn in yourself and pay
And when you can't stop lying
I'll shake my head and pray
Maybe today's the day you
Turn in yourself and pay
I can see through you walls transparent
No camouflage, your action non-adherent
Relationships I've seen grown as a parent
The child will die left colder than the Barents
Give most of my time I admit, not at all
But one thing's for sure my shield will fall
Sword stays drawn like holding on with a death grip
I wish I didn't have a pair of loose lips
Words split on tongues supported by two stilts
Weight like three times four ton like Peterbilt
Kept in bounds like Scottish kilt
Always fine until the winds of change blowing your silk
Known all the wrong people in all the right places
Seen crimes committed without any traces
Being grown up doesn't always have its perks
I'm still emotionally weak and my calling gets shirked
And when you can't stop lying
I'll shake my head and pray
Maybe today's the day you
Turn in yourself and pay
And when you can't stop lying
I'll shake my head and pray
Maybe today's the day you
Turn in yourself and pay
Like a February dunk tank after sundown
Run up to the present been laps around the past
Lapsed pew sitter with your hands half clasped
Grasped at every glittery new thing to bring a rise
Thinking it was the path to head spring, any trade you could ply
Could be a spade and you'd get by
Afraid of that seasonal change, when the pie crumble
Humble knowing your grey matter pass the mean
But the ends always seemed like a blocked pipe dream
Fake that ego to brush shoulders with anyone
Who'd blow like a megaton but most were hired guns
Wishing you could be more real, standing on two
Instead there's the fake smiles, and Imma go home too
Always have an answer when the path is a corkscrew
But it will come to a fall where I again join you
And when you can't stop lying
I'll shake my head and pray
Maybe today's the day you
Turn in yourself and pay
And when you can't stop lying
I'll shake my head and pray
Maybe today's the day you
Turn in yourself and pay
I can see through you walls transparent
No camouflage, your action non-adherent
Relationships I've seen grown as a parent
The child will die left colder than the Barents
Give most of my time I admit, not at all
But one thing's for sure my shield will fall
Sword stays drawn like holding on with a death grip
I wish I didn't have a pair of loose lips
Words split on tongues supported by two stilts
Weight like three times four ton like Peterbilt
Kept in bounds like Scottish kilt
Always fine until the winds of change blowing your silk
Known all the wrong people in all the right places
Seen crimes committed without any traces
Being grown up doesn't always have its perks
I'm still emotionally weak and my calling gets shirked
And when you can't stop lying
I'll shake my head and pray
Maybe today's the day you
Turn in yourself and pay
And when you can't stop lying
I'll shake my head and pray
Maybe today's the day you
Turn in yourself and pay
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Writer(s): Wry Fawkes, Mr. Mellow
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