Lyrics

[Verse I] The game goose gaggles geese in 3's Whilst wearing the fleece of the lone wolf sheep Fed mostly on feasts of wild bewilderbeasts In the shadow of 'c' where our moons may meet I am slaying with desperation For someone else to force me and of course me into what I say is Necessity... When I would happily wait Whilst all depreciates bar a sweltering ego Feigning some gallant know-how of the inner workings of the cash cow Ego еrgo sum Until momentous pretention Span past thе scope of self-aware joke And into the frying pan Now the braggadocio of one-person show Manifest ever increasing aspect ratio Feeling better than an aspic glory hole Half-hiding all the sentiments in faux-poetic code Now who's gonna save my sock with the hole When the gelatin encases Immature turns of phrases And what I wish to call folk art equivalence Is really just me speaking of my laziness Yeah it's just me speaking of my laziness [Chorus x2] I won't be pure I know I'm contrived I'll make bad art The rest of my life I'll take what I can And claim it as mine Recycled intent in a lazy design [Verse II] Lay around lazy with enough expectation That I can somehow do more than superfluous creation Say some strangers with all of their polite congratulations Lately gravy's been tasting different I've got disparate desires that won't intertwine So a belligerent nature soon comes to define It felt significant, but only for a short amount of time For now I only want the softest of licorice Snake in my boot when the pull string worked Now it's a flickering gibberish that only just hurts I slowly found the teenage songs I needed all start sounding worse There was never a performance just the time to rehearse [Chorus x2] I won't be pure I know I'm contrived I'll make bad art The rest of my life I'll take what I can And claim it as mine Recycled intent in a lazy design Recycled intent in a lazy design Recycled intent in a lazy design Recycled intent in a lazy design