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lyrics

When we fail to see
lights in the manuscript
turn dark pages into
flights
or
stages in the night
from the dice roll
sleight of hand
cramped in the summer camp
dancing in the fire
in a trance
-I believe in what I've scanned
in existence
or brought into
only just my sketches that I flip through
shaving off the edges of the distance
is my vision
which I praise like a god
without physics to respond
i was kin to
speaking all my thoughts
I'm a lightning rod for boredom
in a past life
telling me to stop it
try to contain every phase
that paid a greater sum to behave
i'm the son of James
baited hooked fishing lines
and prayed for rain
hated skimming school books
in Pittsburgh where I grew up
had a knack for building bridges
in my mind which never grew up
now i wrinkle every sweater
in a corner where i store my clothes
wearing out the soles of my shoes
until my feet expose
Under lights in the sky
on a cool black evening
breezing
it don't crawl for me
cracks in the sky and my mind
scream hypotheses
what a dreadful portrait
I been painting hanging on this stable
faintly greying table
great for drawing ghosts out from
their photo album traps
and
what i did wasn't hesitant
- can I prove that you're relevant
can I interrupt the feeling headed by wickedness head over toes and someone protecting it
somebody knows
began as an egg
and started to grow
now a stegosaurus sits in portraits
in kitchen corners collecting dust
refrigerator without borders we trust
happy to grow but doubtful of heaven
i'll never escape, I will never escape
and the pit and they pendulum guided my youth
through tires which hung from the trees as a swing
helping me reach for a future which I
would never be king, would never be king
helping me reach for a crown which I
wear just the same

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from Mount St. Helens (Deluxe Edition), released July 2, 2019

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