As the phalanx files in singing "Paladin, Paladin"
A final show of force as the spit dries on your chin
We roast the limbs of the deadass winners, eat the oysters cold and raw
Where the water is crystal clear, Narcissus we become
Why had I wished for endless mysteries?
Singing careless, strange melodies of spices, herbs, flowers. lichens, insects. island chains, and lightning - strike me twice
You flash your priceless paradise to the parasites wearing docksiders, Who fan the fire, fuel the blackouts, blinded by burning cash
We choked up all your coke and hash and set the night on trial
Hell yes that happened, but now for what it's worth,
I'm dying to fuck you back to life
I believe there's no resistance, no fire hoses, no car alarms
I believe there was an instant, we were suddenly calm
Why had I wished for endless mysteries?
Singing careless, strange melodies of spices, herbs, flowers. lichens, insects. island chains, and lightning - strike me twice
You flash your priceless pair o' dice to the parasites wearing docksiders, Who fan the fire, fuel the blackouts, blinded by burning cash
We choked up all your coke and hash and set the night on trial
Hell yes that happened, but now for what it's worth,
I'm dying to fuck you back to life
I'm dying to fuck you back to life
But I feel like you caught me playing possum in a rose garden
After dark on a school night, on a lark,
It was a long shot, stopped short of full bloom,
It was a cautionary tale, you will know too well, too soon,
So long, in case you have forgotten: I'm the one who got you lost,
Parted ways, and left you stranded, standing in an empty park Underneath a tree without a leaf to call it's own
Skin and bones, you're home
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