We are, they are, losing me, somehow
I remember that boys boy
Who learnt to care, too care not
Here he is, again and again then
Even more triumphantly triumphant
With less to less loss and loss to less
Yet more to gain, again against the grain
The sand remains the same again
To all the shapes that colour my outline
To little to late, I am once more untamed
Free to run a chaotic mess all over myself
And nothing to wipe up the, the messy mess
Except other than my own self respect
Get in line freak, this isn't a freak show
Wait your turning turn, if you think you can
Try to teach a new dog new old tricks
The displaced mirrors bends an optical portrayal
Belly fluff cushions plump a weighty soul and we rest our heads
On the shoulder of Atlas and all he portrays
In a gospel of displacement, I look east perhaps even west
Eventually my farmers boundary relaxes my grip
I realise that each blade, each hum of a wing belongs only to itself
The more I personify it's meaning the less it is meaningful
The wind suggests a subtle melody that no one understands
Crusted in a case of self indulgence 1975 vintage
I sup a sip of lactating acid it's heavy odour breaks a sweat
Who am I to judge a fluid ounce of procreation
The apple knocks me squarely of my feet
Displacement, wasn't that someone else's moment
Eureka slips deeper and genius becomes passé
I graze my knees taking a metaphorical buggering
Yet eventually dawn beckons a lucid application
My program is better than yours squared or something
Just listen a listen or shut up and nothing
The 243 will get wherever you don't want to be and back again
Travel booze lubes whatever issues you couldn't resolve
Unless you run deep and deep into the your deeper hole
Dead flowers decorate a second rate heavy weight
I could have been a contender, I could have been a contender
Eventually your meant to be stripped of all your pride
A skeleton analogy of words that pretends your will
Death becomes a glorious release of shapeless freaks
Shadows will form in the absence of strength
And at your weakest will you stand you, upon your ground
As laughter laughs you look, your look around
A sound signals the end of all that ends that bends
Super drastic air born spastic we learn but never teach
I remember that boys boy
Who learnt to care, too care not
Here he is, again and again then
Even more triumphantly triumphant
With less to less loss and loss to less
Yet more to gain, again against the grain
The sand remains the same again
To all the shapes that colour my outline
To little to late, I am once more untamed
Free to run a chaotic mess all over myself
And nothing to wipe up the, the messy mess
Except other than my own self respect
Get in line freak, this isn't a freak show
Wait your turning turn, if you think you can
Try to teach a new dog new old tricks
The displaced mirrors bends an optical portrayal
Belly fluff cushions plump a weighty soul and we rest our heads
On the shoulder of Atlas and all he portrays
In a gospel of displacement, I look east perhaps even west
Eventually my farmers boundary relaxes my grip
I realise that each blade, each hum of a wing belongs only to itself
The more I personify it's meaning the less it is meaningful
The wind suggests a subtle melody that no one understands
Crusted in a case of self indulgence 1975 vintage
I sup a sip of lactating acid it's heavy odour breaks a sweat
Who am I to judge a fluid ounce of procreation
The apple knocks me squarely of my feet
Displacement, wasn't that someone else's moment
Eureka slips deeper and genius becomes passé
I graze my knees taking a metaphorical buggering
Yet eventually dawn beckons a lucid application
My program is better than yours squared or something
Just listen a listen or shut up and nothing
The 243 will get wherever you don't want to be and back again
Travel booze lubes whatever issues you couldn't resolve
Unless you run deep and deep into the your deeper hole
Dead flowers decorate a second rate heavy weight
I could have been a contender, I could have been a contender
Eventually your meant to be stripped of all your pride
A skeleton analogy of words that pretends your will
Death becomes a glorious release of shapeless freaks
Shadows will form in the absence of strength
And at your weakest will you stand you, upon your ground
As laughter laughs you look, your look around
A sound signals the end of all that ends that bends
Super drastic air born spastic we learn but never teach
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