Sunswallow

I break my mind intro a million pieces
Put my words into sentences and paragraphs to build a thesis
Son of a sailor, built for tailoring words
Served on a platter produced by record nerds
The oddness is godless
Without a touch of conscious
Provided by the sound of promise
We gonna make it a point to make mistakes
Break handshakes amongst the fake
A gold bar in a pile of dirt
A brick in a wall with so much love it cannot hurt
And I'm berserk with a eye they created in fear
If we don't make it past here
There is no career
As I stand in a house built by my art
I got the nerve to say the things that tear it apart
Back stabbed by the bill of goods sold by my fans
This is our future displayed in their hands
Undesired, rotten, and gifted
The greatest story never told
And man we lived it
So come get it 'cuz we don't believe in being selfish
We're not selfish

Say the sun might swallow you
So what's a man suppose to do
'Cuz I can't save us again
And in the lost and confusion
We might craft our own sun
And make a run for something grand
Say the sun might swallow you
So what's a man suppose to do
'Cuz I can't save us again
And in the lost and confusion
We might craft our own sun
And make a run for something grand

I lose it all for my addictions
And my penmanship slowly reflects my affliction
So I build up to break down
Still screamin' at one another just to make it not a sound
I'm still dumbfounded by the moments that you even pay attention
And I ache for permission
In attempt to be another name that you mention
So I sit and stare at the sun
Blueprint the plan so I can maybe make one
And change somethin'
'Cuz my heart grows stale
Fill up my life, paint in the pale
I lack focus, fabricate direction, push forward, void of perfection
Absent minded, hard to find it
Comfortable when all the pain subsided
Bite my tongue and run from everyone
Cuz I never face my fears of being out done
Washed up, watch me wash away
Still banging on the screen door askin' her to come and play
I misuse a muse or two
Even if you never tell me what I'm suppose to
We paint pictures out of dirt and mud
I'm only human with a taste for blood

Say the sun might swallow you
So what's a man suppose to do
'Cuz I can't save us again
And in the lost and confusion
We might craft our own sun
And make a run for something grand
Say the sun might swallow you
So what's a man suppose to do
'Cuz I can't save us again
And in the lost and confusion
We might craft our own sun
And make a run for something grand

Say the sun might swallow you
So what's a man suppose to do
'Cuz I can't save us again
And in the lost and confusion
We might craft our own sun
And make a run for something grand
Say the sun might swallow you
So what's a man suppose to do
'Cuz I can't save us again
And in the lost and confusion
We might craft our own sun
And make a run for something grand