Floater's Rant

loaded from a focused four leafed clover
no luck, so wait up and get the demon sober
shit just ain't worth living
making a killing
living off your mothers feelings
food falls when the grass gets green
all looking still you hear the demons screaming
always better when it's not so close
but too far and you'll never find home?
float heavy in these no pressured skies
no jets, gliders make the highest bets
yamming and rambling and dancing with the devils friend
tune in high forget that low
watch it be? as we hit these slopes
guided by the holy ghost
really just a goat rope
slip in the fingers?

may confusion, illusion what's the solutions
you seeking truth but hey what are you really doing
droning and moaning and phoning whole loathing
hoping one day you won't be all alone
i'm gonna? with what is from my vision
break down so my view gets the business
change to a few standing powers and suited folds
white collar? scholar we float past you
forgotten faces on a daily basis come on let's face it
looking for someone with power to simply erase it
my mind isn't lying all of the time but it's fine? can find it floating? far behind
in the clouds we stay, floating
underground we stay, loathing
it's the sound that keeps us going
round and round we must keep floating