Settle down, and rest your weary bones.
What solemn stories do you know?
Let that fountain pour out of your head,
Over your lips, and out the bed.
Where is your real home? Oh, how I wish I’d know.
Despite pseudo bloodlines, you can’t deny your glow.
Ambivalence, from both parents,
Stretched out to far lands, holding out careless hands
You hold, like grabbing hollow limbs of
Ghosts, vindictive and forgetful.
And we’ll just pacify with carnal carriages, cuz
They’re not coming to get you, no, no one’s coming for you.
And we’ll just pacify with carnal carriages, cuz
They’re not coming to get you, no, no one’s coming for you.
Don’t rotten acts make for good laughs?
And everyone believes the ones left smiling.
Where is your real home? Oh, how I wish I’d know.
Despite pseudo bloodlines, you can’t deny your glow.
Ambivalence, from both parents,
Stretched out to far lands, holding out careless hands.
But I’m a dangerous man, I just need a spark.
Oh, I’m a careless man, just give me a start.
The fires keep lapping, keep living.
With thoughts wired, we’re left to ask ourselves:
Where now? Just keep glowing.
Where now? Just glow.
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