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Fuck
I've sunken into
This forest floor and now the trees grow right through me
So I'm stuck
In wet dirt slumber
Hoping lumberjacks won't cut off all my knees
(Yes, there are more than two of them)
(It's weird but there's like- there's a lot of trees)
I can't stop their blades
So I'll walk home once I've regrown
And I mean hey
(hey)
Small price to pay
(Small price to pay)
For the world to burn its books and write its flames
And what
(What)
(What)
The hell would we do
Without arbitrarily valued colored paper to give power to old white dudes
And I can't change their minds
So it's just one more year of growth
(One more year I know)
It might take some time but I
Promise I'll be home
And when I do
I'll be a big old boy with trees for limbs
In a world designed by ILM
I'll be thirty-thousand feet closer to the sun
And I might burn up like Icarus
But I'll still be the biggest kid
I've got thirty-thousand feet to spare, so what's losing one
We might need a bigger house
So we'll start a life amongst the clouds
And I promise you I'm never coming down
I know it's been ten years
But it's just one more year
I'll be home
Before you know
I'll slip right through the snow
Yeah, I'll be home
Once I've regrown
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The Dumbwaiter
03:12
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Idle I sit
Making barely more than my rent
Just waiting as I watch time pass me by
But I'm more than I seem
See I can dance and I sing
Oh shit yeah, sorry I'll be back with fries
Is this what I get
Last month I was sure I was set
To live off of music least until death
But both my bandmates just died
And now I'm back serving sides
Am I a narcissist to stop and cry
'Cause what if I'm just stuck
I have been known to have bad luck
I just wish that I'd had a bit more time
Art is but a random Sisyphean procedure
Built on desperation to defeat the grim reaper
Rock and roll till death or simply die on the bleacher
Wishing that you played
My egotist brain
Thought I would be rich by eighth grade
But now I am twenty-six and in pain
If my life is a game
Then I think the player has stayed
In the character creation menu
Without a name
And the game has got a
Tedious progression system based on a rebirth
Heroes must reboot to move their continuity forth
All that I wish is to have a gold age without a
Crisis right behind
What can I call art
Do my chromatics make me smart
'Cause God knows that my schooling never did
All I know are ups and downs so call me Dumbwaiter
Build me up to brand new heights to crack me down later
Success never sticks so if I am a dumb waiter
At least I have a name
To give the blank canvas a frame
And I might die as blank
But at least I have a frame
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Skreaming Skeletons Little Rock, Arkansas
I'm 17 and like 68% sure I used to make music or something
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