Lyrics

[Intro] I had this dream... [Verse] I tried, but I'm not surprised These days everyone listens with their eyes Imagine, floating white glove snapping An audience roars, while prestidigitator Gathers sawed halves of assistants off floors Into glad bags, and uncomfortably laughs As he cleans up his act Despite those who attended suffering a suckering Restructuring the whole foundational fucking thing So someone might love coupling in what's rubbling Being rebuilt is still difficult Like removing malevolеnt splinters Improving bad habits in winter Or finishing feelings for beginnеrs Or finding a center The scales sway... Some of that based on how much failures weigh Feeling a way, you look for what's perfect to say But dude with the jackal head just wants you to pay With pennied eyes, die has many sides Wonder what kind of beast the reaper rides Or is this motherfucker walking? I know dude's not takin public transportation My guy, trying to fly economy, checking the scythe Entertaining thoughts of death, personified There's this waiting room... The space where dreams seam and resume A disturbed, deep sleep lobby And I'm there often without body Watching my subconscious try to copy Real life objects. Conjuring shotty versions, their physics sloppy And it occurred to me, or about me, but not me Is dreaming just my body's favorite hobby? No psychic nothing, not prophecy, just reality off gassing More usual human happening, within its thin skin packaging No blueprint for what is or isn't mattering on earth's surface Just unraveling urges of sleep creature, cursed with A concept of purpose that makes living life worth it