Recycle Maker

Lyrics

Not too long ago Before the buildings came alive We would gather around the Glow and eat slow to survive Now too long ago before money came around We would trade our gifts with one another it made me smile Not too long ago before we found ourselves in skin We would travel around but had no means to comprehend the end Not too long ago before we found out how to fly the only problem is our my ground my sky My feet are wet, my mouth is dry I'm out of breath I'm on cloud nine, I'm in the zone This mountain is high My Flesh is hung out to dry I'm in a ditch, I've been left Punked by reason—Pimped by death An inch a step, one sec alive A pinch a mess, a person's life Worse than mine—that's impossible Turn the sirens off Circle spiral Pattern sequence of events that keep me lost Leave me be, I'm trying to sing My feet are wet, my mouth is dry I'm out of breath I'm on cloud nine I'm in the cockpit It kinds of stings rings in my head I'm a recycling bin a copy cat an imitator Cross pollination common sense-common ground denominator I'm as unique as the cherry tree on 7th st and baker I'm as complete as a as a father who leaves his daughter and screams I hate her This one goes to the non-believers The off the leashers—the common leaders—the frost bit conflict mosh-pit seizures Police officers—stop your teeth in Political monsters, bible seekers The cost is not worth—the honor secret Conquer—eager About to leave here Not sure stop her for the offer from the doctor is not in her favor… And the author is out of his paper… In impostor not of this nature… I'm a hostage—give me your labor—later Call me later—call me a savior Anything that makes me feel good Alright-all day—all night-- I'll fight but not with my fist—in the wind I light a match, that's fact, real-talk Non the fiction, still walkin' with God on a mission so often I'm lost in a vision, no coffin Non-existent—early bird gets the worm Gone fishin'—learning how to take my turn Suspicion. When we gonna make it burn— I'll fix it, break into a million-pieces How'd it fit? You could watch me flop in a puddle of thought Or I could watch you slip in a pile of shit Or we could both shut our eyes and feel what its like to co-exist in the world in which we both live My feet are wet, my mouth is dry I'm out of breath I'm on cloud nine I'm in the cockpit It kinds of stings my wings are stretched I'm a recycling bin a copy cat an imitator Cross pollination common sense-common ground denominator Im as unique as the cherry tree on me on 7th st and baker Im as complete as a as a father who leaves his daughter and screams I hate her Now— Not too long ago before I figured how to keep it full I was down and out and when I hit the ground beautiful Not too long ago before I figured out how to explore You can get your hopes high but in due time they just want more Not too long ago before I figured how to take my time Instead of stoning someone else I pulled the plank out--from my eye Not too long ago before I figured out theres not much to do You can always press record-but never can you click undo I wonder what they say about me when I'm not around Rain tastes the dirt Thunder ate the clouds Pleasure made hurt, mother made a child Running wild at first make her proud, settle down Suffocate the smile with a box of choke Too many options—lead to escape Now-float, waiting if I may cope Perhaps the right time is now Well—I tried to count how many times Time out really pried my doubt to admit slipped—I climbed right out, yes, I did Hi, I'm the king of the world with the High, I found—yeah. I've lost my faith But I'm fine right now, loss is a safe way home So, I wait, say no, if I happen to hit rock bottom I'll lie to your face to remain faithful to the sky that I make hang low I'm a recycling bin a copy cat an imitator Cross pollination common sense-common ground denominator I'm as unique as the cherry tree on 7th st and baker I'm as complete as a as a father who leaves his daughter and screams I hate her